Dear Carlos,
I'm sitting here in my new living room sipping some gross coffee I just bought from 7-11 and... oh, hang on. Olive just shit her pants.
OK, I'm back. That little girl is nasty. So, back to my living room and gross coffee – Olive and I just dropped Tricia off at work. It's 7 a.m. and my knuckles have already grazed poop, but you don't want to know about that. You want to know about Washington and how it's treating us, right?
Grab yourself a mimosa and sit back. I'm about to tell you everything.
It's cool, I guess.
Love,
John
P.S. I'm just kidding.
Washington is great, so far. The time that I've spent up here has made me wonder if my parents put any thought in to where they would want to raise their children. Did they simply figure since their family stayed put they wouldn't stray far either?
This place is beautiful and everyone we've met is extremely polite. I have a funny story to tell you later that's related to my inborn paranoia of people that infested in my mind while growing up in SoCal.
Our drive up took three days. The constant stream of tears running down everyone's face made leaving Tricia's mom's house difficult, but we managed to tie down all the crap we were transporting and hit the road.
The next morning we hit the road early. I was disappointed when I didn't see a "You're now leaving California" sign. I wanted us to stand next to it and take a picture.
Our next stop was Eugene, Oregon. We didn't do shit while we were there. We locked ourselves in our hotel room, ordered a pizza and relaxed the rest of the day.
The third day was great, because it meant we would finally be home. The drive was gorgeous, because everything was green and so much different than Los Alamitos. Our spirits were up. Our adventure had begun, but our new chapter in life started with us sleeping on a cold floor the first night. All of our belongings, like our bed, had been stored away in some truck and it wasn't going to arrive until 10 a.m. the following day.
Our town is called Edmonds and it is situated along the Puget Sound roughly 15 miles north of downtown Seattle. I've heard Edmonds is the hometown of the traveler Rick Steves and the crazy actress in all the Scary Movie films Anna Faris.
We've explored a little bit, but there's so much more to see. Tricia is enjoying her job and on the days she works I'm home with Olive. It's definitely weird not being employed and I'm hoping that when Tricia begins her normal schedule I will be able to have set days when I can work.
On her days off we spend a lot of time exploring and a little time finishing up the decoration of our place.
We've had a few friends over so far. We've gone to visit her aunt down in Renton. We've had a few bottles of wine. We've cooked dinners. We've barbequed fish. We've recycled cardboard. We've walked through a couple farmer's markets. We've plunged our feet into the cold Puget Sound water. We've seen a body bag lifted out of a maintenance truck and placed on to a gurney. We've met some of our neighbors. We've met our mail lady.
I think that about covers it. I plan on documenting our life here as much as possible so make sure to check out my blog. I've changed the name though. You can find it at www.lifeofcinque.blogspot.com. In fact, I think I'm going to post this e-mail to you as an update for everyone to read. I'll probably add photos too.
When are you going to visit? You can't just go to California now. I hope you're well and we'll talk soon.
-John
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