Saturday, September 03
I go, I come back.
Or, if you want the long version, I went to Canada ten days ago, threw a party to say goodbye to all my friends, packed Dan's house into the car and basement, added Dan (to the car - no rescue attempts required), and drove the lot to Virginia, where we moved into our new apartment.
We did not kill each other. This was not a given for certain parts of the process.
The new apartment is lovely and roomy and I adore it. It is also an education. I've never had a house of my own; either I've been living in other people's, or I've been in dorm rooms, caravans, and other temporary accomodation. So I didn't know that houses didn't just come with, y'know, shower curtains. Or trash cans. Or toilet paper. (My mother kindly provided that last, else there would have been a very hurried trip to the store at some point.)
But it is lovely, and we have a working computer and a gorgeous fast internet connection, and my family came and ate take-out barbecue with us on the kitchen floor and we all drank champagne and toasted the house, and Dan and I found that there was an automatic ice maker in the freezer and turned it on and watched it for a while, and then we got bored and went away, and when we came back, my God! Ice!
And now it's godawful early in the morning and I'm contemplating the idea that I might actually have time to write again. Perhaps not a great deal, and perhaps not today, but soon.
Life. Good. Joy.
Or, if you want the long version, I went to Canada ten days ago, threw a party to say goodbye to all my friends, packed Dan's house into the car and basement, added Dan (to the car - no rescue attempts required), and drove the lot to Virginia, where we moved into our new apartment.
We did not kill each other. This was not a given for certain parts of the process.
The new apartment is lovely and roomy and I adore it. It is also an education. I've never had a house of my own; either I've been living in other people's, or I've been in dorm rooms, caravans, and other temporary accomodation. So I didn't know that houses didn't just come with, y'know, shower curtains. Or trash cans. Or toilet paper. (My mother kindly provided that last, else there would have been a very hurried trip to the store at some point.)
But it is lovely, and we have a working computer and a gorgeous fast internet connection, and my family came and ate take-out barbecue with us on the kitchen floor and we all drank champagne and toasted the house, and Dan and I found that there was an automatic ice maker in the freezer and turned it on and watched it for a while, and then we got bored and went away, and when we came back, my God! Ice!
And now it's godawful early in the morning and I'm contemplating the idea that I might actually have time to write again. Perhaps not a great deal, and perhaps not today, but soon.
Life. Good. Joy.
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