Well, Seattle has defeated me. I concede. You win, motherfucker. I’m out.
Friday morning I hop back on the train to So Cal to see Jeff, plus girlfriend and cats, then kick rocks out of this fucking time zone early next week. Pit stop in Chicago, definitely, possibly DC and/or NYC, then back to Florida to slowly rot away. Train pass is good til the 26th, I think, but I figure I may as well try to land there by the 24th to spend Christmas with my family, versus alone on a train, even though the latter seems appropriate as well.
Current plan is to try to move back to Boston, since Boston is probably the closest thing I’ve ever come to belonging somewhere, however nebulously. So, like. Fucking hire me, someone.