Moving Home

3 different homes within a year in 2 different cities. It's tiring - I can tell you that. Particularly tough on N & N. But all the mess - I hope it was worth it. The last home that I had didn't turn out to be too lucky for me. I hope it works out well for the next set that move in there - friends of mine, actually. A couple who will be married in a few days.

The current place is swank in comparison, but I will miss the wider balcony that the previous place had. And standing under the sky. I'm much into standing the sky... This home has a covered balcony.

This place has my M-in-law, B-in-law, and us, all living under the same roof. People already are placing bets on who will start swinging the axe first!! No, actually, there may be a bit of sulking now and then, but actual violence? No. It works well for us - we save the rent. But we run a bigger household. The tradeoff is still worth it. And little N has a bigger family to live with. Which at his age (4 yrs as of tomorrow) is a pretty good thing.

I wonder if this is a good step in the direction of the famous transition to potato farming!! Well, to tell the truth, I hope so. Sooner, rather than later.

I'n not sure I'm cut out for the cuthroat pace of a high flying media job. I've always pictured myself as someone that can work madly hard, but only in spells. So maybe this new existence is a definitive step to winding down.

If and when that happens, I wonder if boredome will gnaw at me from behind. I really don't think so.

Here's to the future.