The new place has leaky pipes and paper thin walls, but my god, I have no roommates here. No roommates. And no roofers. And no rodents (that I’ve seen). It’s a cozy studio on the third floor, bedroom doubling as living room, kitchen doubling as music room. It has stains and scuffs and no storage space to speak of; it has a balcony and lots of windows and it is everything I could ever want.
Last night, after 30+ hours of errands and goodbyes and heavy boxes, I dropped into bed like a sack of coal, out like a burned bulb at 8:00pm on the dot. This morning, my new home is filled with sunshine and unpacked bags and I’m ready to start the day.
I’ll be back to work soon. I just need to get a proper writing desk. And a cleared path.