Dec 09 2007
Home Sweet Home
Around 8:00 yesterday morning, I was drinking industrial-strength coffee and noticed a sound. Could it be? I ran through the empty rooms to the front door, my heart filled with hope. There it was: a huge white moving truck, taking up most of the street! I hugged the driver when he emerged. I think he was surprised but hugged me back – we’ve been through a lot on the phone, breakdowns in St Louis and the salt flats of Utah as well as the Donner Pass. He’s been doing this for 43 yrs and said this might be the worst trip he ever did. He described it as “cursed”. Hmmm.
Slept well last night after a bottle of celebratory champagne. My bed was a heavenly nest of bliss after two weeks of groveling around on air mattresses in varied degrees of deflation and defilement. Woke up to sunshine and the ability to drink coffee from my favorite mug at my own desk while reading PostSecret, my Sunday morning ritual*. Even though it looks like a box bomb went off, the house is prettier and more welcoming with furniture in it, and I?m happy with my familiar things around me. I think the kittens are, too. They?re happily exploring and napping. Home at last.
*Warning: this week’s batch is particularly heart-rending.
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