hit the road
I have a new door key. It's big and old, like the key of a secret attic.
I also have a door to go with it. And a house to go with the door. Well, one-third of a house; a leased one-third, actually. It's a beautiful house. It has high ceilings, fireplaces, a big backyard with grapevine trellises, a roof balcony and a cat called Harrison Ford. I am moving in there next weekend. HECK YEAH.
This is both exciting and terrifying. Mostly exciting, I think. I already moved my books in. I pretty much don't need anything else.