Moving Days
At the end of last year I moved into a two bedroom house with Mica & Trenton. The drywall was falling off of the red bricks surrounding the fireplace (housing the TV), so we called it that house The Alamo, naturally.
Spring came around and Mica got into Berkeley, which is awesome.
Over the summer Mica moved South and Trenton got work in Sacramento. When I got back from Boston it was just me in the house, which now fit like a father’s sweater. Too big, smelled weird, get it off me.
So in these first few days of Fall I’ve moved in with Molly, Janae and Jeremy. The house already has a name, it’s been the Green House for years. The exterior looks like an off-white to me but I’ve been reassured it’s a pale green.
Packing took a few days, but I moved everything over by myself today. Packing and lifting and driving and lifting and unpacking all of those things I keep has reminded me of the constant rule: I have far too many things, and they all weigh far too much.
Xue reminded me that this is the third mailing address I’ve had in the past year. And I’ll probably only stay here for a few months, but it’s a nice place to be for now.