Some aspects of this moving thing are kinda blowing my mind, and when my mind blows, I need to tell somebody about it. That’s the blessing of a blog. And by the way, I am so grateful to (and for) you guys. It’s amazing to have this socially acceptable venue in which to spill my guts in public.

So here’s the thing: for the first time since … well, ever, I’m settling into a home that feels as though it might actually last longer than my past pattern of a year or two in a place, three or four at most. I feel that way for these reasons:

a) the rent is free and promised to remain so,
b) what I am asked to do in exchange for the space is something that I have been dying to get to do for my whole life pretty much. (At some point I’ll tell the tale of my relationship with horses)
c) it feels good to me in virtually every way; and the kicker,
d) they want somebody to stay long term. Forever, if desired. And that’s a big draw for me: roots.

So I’m letting myself act as if I’m going to spend the rest of my life here. Not that I can accurately predict such things as the future (at least not with regard to myself), nor can I know what I will want or what changes life might bring. Still, for change’s sake I am choosing to take the plunge, unpacking crates and cases that, in some cases, have not been more than occasionally looked into in ten or even fifteen years.
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