I am not sure when it’s really “official.” Am I a New Yorker when I rent an apartment? When I register to vote? When I get my New York driver’s license? I’ve done the first two at least.

This weekend, I returned to the apartment Kin and I called home for over three years to start the process of packing everything up. Much is going into storage – all of Anthony’s artwork, primarily, which we’d just pulled out of storage in Oregon a year ago. We’ve lived on the road for so long; it’s really only been within the last year or so that we started to accumulate possessions again: mostly books and artwork. That’s all getting shipped east. The furniture – all that low-quality IKEA crap – is going up on Craigslist, free to the person who’ll haul it away.

Hermosa Beach was really good to us. But it’s time to move on.