Moving
We closed Friday and now own a home. For complicated reasons we couldn’t move in until Saturday afternoon. I've been doing nothing but moving since then.
We're not doing the kind of packing where you shove everything into boxes and empty your junk into the new house, which then becomes nothing more than a receptacle for all the things you don’t use but can’t bring yourself to throw away.
We’re looking at everything we own and asking why we own it. Moving this way takes longer, but is very satisfying. I know what it means to be owned by possessions. I’m not of a mind to live that way.
My computer is still at the old house. It’s glowing in my empty bedroom, lonely but clinging to the cable modem. Tomorrow my computer goes home with me. Only computer people understand the joy in this.
I expect I’ll be back into my writing schedule pretty soon after that. I like to write every day and post essays every two or three. I’m a little out of synch, but I’m sure you understand.
Peace,
Me
