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- <p>The day had been planned for months. I had sold or given away my belongings--records, books, CDs, clothes.
- All I had was what I could pack on my bike and a couple of boxes to be shipped to me when I eventually reached
- New York.<br/> Not sunny, but also not raining. An apt omen. I got ready to go, rode to my bike mechanic--the one
- last person I had not said goodbye to yet. Had a final lunch with a good friend, met my sister for a farewell,
- and set off.</p>
- <p>From my journal: </p>
- <blockquote>Leaving Seattle was weird. None of it seems real.</blockquote>
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