It’s moving day.
I currently rent two apartments, and today I will be transferring my belongings between homes. It strikes me now that I am part of an elite group of people who can say “Have you seen my other house?”
Also, I feel lighter at heart. I’m back to an insecure place, a place where I am more mobile than planted, able to drop something and go where I’m needed, rather than conclusively tied down to a single lifestyle. I expect this to change as I get older– with family, or children, or age, my need to be firmly planted and become a place of safety will grow, and I’ll find a house somewhere, and a job with benefits, and a closet full of nice clothes for work. But right now, that’s not what I want.
So I’m going to the store, and I will buy about six large Tupperware(tm), and those will be my moving boxes (got this idea from a friend), and I won’t throw them out when I move, because hopefully I’ll need them again. And wherever I go, the stack of plastic boxes in the corner will remind me not to get too comfortable.
Conclusively, I think I want a boat now.
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