To Alaska.

The dug out is empty.
I am about to leave.

Its so weird.

Cleaning out finding all sorts of things. A dread from that fluffy cat named Rabbit that I despised. A beer bottle under my bed that was nice beer that must be left over from a time when Simon was present.

The dug-out itself, plants that never grew bottle caps and cigarettes, a coconut we couldn't crack open last summer, a grill we never got to light. There's a wine bottle we set in the brick wall the first night we moved in, and now I can't move it because its overgrown with vines.

Paintings from all different places and people, carrots that had been rotting since Meghan's April Juicing phase- I shouldn't have kicked over that mystery bucket last night.

We ran inside to escape the smell, and sat in a circle on the big empty floor,
and how I love those people and this place and these things that have happened.

Its so weird.

Bye Bye.