Moving Away
This room, which was never properly furnished, never properly lived in, then filled with boxes is now nearly empty again. My things wait in the otherwise empty living room to get packed away in a trailer tomorrow. It is the easiest packing I've ever done because I never really unpacked at all. The last time I left New Orleans was a lot like this, too. My things arrived from Boston about a month before Katrina and I never completely unpacked before I left. I'm leaving again almost exactly five years after I left the first time.
I feel strange. Certainly I am excited for the life I am moving to, but in this strangely empty house I am right now missing some of the lives that I have had and some of the lives that never came to be. I may end up seeing a friend this evening or I may spend the evening alone.
The last two years have been so odd and so unsettled. I thought I was going to live in the Mission for a long time. And that fell apart. Then I knew I'd only be in Alameda for six months, and in many ways that was a heavenly six months. Then the last 11 months of adventure and chaos. Right now, I want to root down for a while. Possibly quite a while. I am two days from doing so.
I feel strange. Certainly I am excited for the life I am moving to, but in this strangely empty house I am right now missing some of the lives that I have had and some of the lives that never came to be. I may end up seeing a friend this evening or I may spend the evening alone.
The last two years have been so odd and so unsettled. I thought I was going to live in the Mission for a long time. And that fell apart. Then I knew I'd only be in Alameda for six months, and in many ways that was a heavenly six months. Then the last 11 months of adventure and chaos. Right now, I want to root down for a while. Possibly quite a while. I am two days from doing so.