So here we are at the Philadelphia Airport about to fly to Chicago and then Vancouver. We don’t have anything left here, physically, in Delaware. It is a bit disturbing to have all your stuff in a city across the continent or on a moving van that you hope is well packed.
We had some trouble finding the hotel we had picked to stay in for our last night in Delaware as it was in an area on the side of town we rarely explored. We both found this situation ironic since the very first time we drove up to Newark from Florida to look for a place to live, we couldn’t find our hotel either. Fortunately, we found the place, and it turned out to be so nice and cheap we were sorry we hadn’t found it earlier (Staybridge Suites)! Sleeping in a bed and sitting on a couch were heaven after two days of sleeping and sitting on the floor.
It just seems a bit harder to leave this time around, I don’t know why, maybe because there is isn’t anything permanent to come back to. We sold the truck, it will belong to someone else here soon. We spread Freeway's ashes in White Clay Creek. He isn't coming with us anymore. The hardest has been to leave our friends here. Hedgehog Best Friend was the hardest to leave. It is like the "Years of Rice and Salt" where each person belongs to a group of souls that are reborn and live together and must help each other to succeed in order to move up in the afterlife. We met some of our group here, and we will find them again, soon.
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