it's no fun moving.
I did it three times in five years once.
brutal.
the boxes. the tape.
the packing, wrapping. taking
things off the wall.
clothes, dishes. books.
I've moved twenty three times in my
life.
mostly against my will.
but where I live now is my choice.
the best house I've ever lived in.
surrounded by woods
and water.
a cul d sac. an oasis,
an island.
a good place to have landed
after so much
upheaval.
each chair I picked. each bed,
each
picture on the wall.
each rug, or vase, each drape
each set of blinds.
all chosen by me, self indulgent,
and mine.
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