Everything gets dismantled. When you're young or old and grey. Sooner or later. It's that whole principle of entropy thing. Everything is falling apart. Except, obviously, those things that God holds together with unseen hands and work and care beyond our understanding.
I'm breaking down my shelves and getting ready for a move. House to apartment. I didn't want this to last forever, but the way it happened was pretty sudden and I think everyone in this particular circle of acquaintances and friends knew I was moving out before I knew. There were a few days when I just reached for my coffee cup of depression every morning, because I felt slightly unmoored, unanchored, cast off. The answer to that was just to go looking for an apartment and get a little more sleep than usual.
Found a decent little place in Midcity. Two bedroom carriage house apartment. It's not large and luxurious and saying that it has two bedrooms makes it sound much bigger than it is. And as I'm packing up and getting up in the attic to get out the boxes and Rubbermaid containers and stuff that was never unpacked I know that there are two possiblities--either it will fit just right or I will get to downsize again.
There are two really good things about the new place--first, there're LAUNDRY FACILITIES!!!! That's an enormously great thing. Second, the landlord is willing to rent month-to-month. That's good because I don't know where I should be next year.
Posted by mike at January 19, 2008 2:33 PM