Tuesday May 3 2011

Move Out Day Part 2—the day that never ends, that never catches a breath, and never stops to give you a chance to even think. Just keep moving those boxes, those mattress, and those bags.

Spending my last night in 1623—all alone—just me and a futon and my laptop—and the ghosts of the house that I never seemed to pay attention to when the house was full of stuff and people. This empty house brings about a sad feeling. So many ideas, thoughts, and words were exchanged here within these walls, so much laughter and life. And now it’s all over. Time to move on to another geographical locale and paint some other home’s walls with spirit and love and liveness.