8 hours under a full moon

After weeks of sorting through my clothing, furniture and other belongings, I came up with three categories. Store, purge and stuff in my Civic Hybrid. It took two days, three very good friends, one brother, two guys off Craig's List, one nagging (and I say this lovingly but she does not like the door left propped open or things stacked by the trash) apartment manager and me to make my beautiful apartment completely devoid of my personality. It was a very sad departure, I loved my apartment, but unemployment does not cover rent in the Bay Area and I felt the need to reassess. With the economy tanked I was unsure of how long it would take to find a new job and as a somewhat recently separated woman I was on my own. So what did I decide to do? Go on a road trip.

I took me a few weeks to leave. There was waiting for the unemployment paperwork and severance and trying to figure out how logistically to be "homeless". What address was I going to put on my job applications? And maybe the fact that I loved my life and my circle of friends. In the end I decided that it was the right thing to do and I would figure it out as I went.

So at around 8 PM on Wednesday I shoved the last of my belongings in my car, slammed the trunk, programmed the GPS and went on the open road. As I got on the freeway I realized there was a beautiful full moon hovering over 580. I laughed to myself because as a kid I spoke to the moon beams on my wall and as a teenager I wrote poems to the moon. So it was only fitting that at this transition point in my life, as I begin a journey that does not have an end destination, my moon was there guiding me the way, no high beams needed.