One week until I move.

I’m getting my life redefined in brown cardboard boxes. What ought to come with me, what ought to stay back. Today I returned books that had been at my parents house for 12 years before I borrowed them about 2 years ago. They’ve returned home, along with my train set, my concertina and various other sundry items.

But my home is being…unsubstantiated. I’m breaking with a 25 year tradition of living in Bemidji. 25 years of being close to family, knowing where exactly everything is. 25 Years of knowing good restaurants, good bars, the in and outs, the breathing of the town. Leaving it behind.

To a new city. I think it really nailed it home for me today, and whether this is sad or funny or both, I just thought about how I’d order pizza. Would it come to the front of the apartments/studio/guest house? HOw precisely would I get delivery?

I don’t know, but I’ll tell you…I can’t wait. I may be setting myself up to be an eXtreme hermit, but it’ll still be new. I’ve never had chinese delivered before. I’ll probably try that.

Khitti Yoga.

the clincher on this strip?

“nomuttsde” instead of “namaste”.

I’ve heard that word way too much out at pacifica. It’s nice to have a response now.

I thought to myself this morning: “$#*&!!!!”

because I forgot to wish Sharon a happy birthday.

So here it is now. Only a day late, not my worst at all…

sorry.