London Bound

So long Seattle

So long Seattle

We're moving to London. It's not yet written on the calendar though "Sign escrow papers", "Sell car" and "Yard Sale" are all there.  If I don't write something on my calendar I will forget about it. But it's hard not to notice we're moving. There's a "SOLD" sign in our front yard and we're living in a shell of a house. I've purged every closet, drawer and crawl space but it's still hard to imagine us fitting all our stuff in a English-sized dwelling.  I'm ambivalent about writing down "Moving to London" on the date in July when we plan to take off.  So I keep writing about it here in hopes it will start sinking in. 

The family isn't too happy about our departure, though I think that has more to do with the cuteness factor of our son than anything C or I do for them. Z has many cousins whom he adores and has already named his stuffed animals for. Every once in awhile he says he wants to go live in Arizona where my parents are snowbirds, but that's usually right after I've told him it's time to put away the iPad. So I do feel a bit guilty about moving away from this brood but I remind my mother, gently, that she and Dad moved across the country with me before I was even walking and that was way before toll free cell phoes calls and Skype.

Happiness is...a balloon in the park. South bank, London

Happiness is...a balloon in the park. South bank, London

I tell people I'm writing this blog because my mother refuses to sign up for Facebook.  I don't really blame her and I do feel silly expecting my family to stay apprised of our lives through Facebook.  In fact, I feel a bit sullied every time I post there.  I mean, have you heard what teens are posting to Facebook these days? I suppose the "social network" is just like any massive city: There are plenty of people using it to promote good ideas, family updates and all things funny so just because a few are posting vile and reprehensible content doesn't mean the whole thing should go down in flames. But I want to make it easy for Mom. 

I'm also writing this blog in order for people to follow our transition from 120V to 220V, from driving on the right side of the road to the left.  And because I know well the pang of an empty in-box when travelling for months on the road, I want it to be easy for folks to email me, even if only to say, "Cool, you're still alive."

Do you think this is creepy?

Do you think this is creepy?

My last goal is to visually document as well as describe our lives. I've become a bit obsessed with iPhone photography, aka iPhoneography or Mobile Photography and I plan to share my images here. I don't think I'll ever go back to wearing that heavy camera around my neck. And even though my brother thinks it's creepy when I superimpose a photo of my son floating over Lake Wenatchee, I love manipulating my images to create new works of art. 

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