Relocation Excitation

I am perched upon the verimost cusp of moving. And I think there is one thing that nearly everyone can agree on: moving is not splendid. There are sure to be dissenters, but we shall put these people down as being totally crackers and we will have none of their jackanapes.

Most of my things are packed, but I haven’t yet gotten to the exciting part of discovering food in the cupboards that I’ve had since I moved in and forgot about (I’m saving the fun bits for last).

I will say this for moving: it gives me license to be at sixes and sevens—boxes and bits of debris everywhere and no apology forthcoming. That is the only positive thing I can think of, especially when the process calls for moving large articles up flights of stairs for which I blame Jesse’s new apartment.

There are things I could say about moving back in with the folks for a spell, but the situation is only temporary. I’m likely to spend as much time out of the house as possible, time that I will try to use for some advantageous scribbling and jots. If the new library is open by there, I’ll spend a fair amount of time recessed in any one of its available nooks. I haven’t been in public libraries much of late, but they have to be less of a douchebaggy place to write than coffee houses.

Tidbit: Juno has reinvigorated my youthful passion for orange Tic Tacs. I fear I am in for days of orange tinted tongues with accompanying tangy fresh breath.