So now then….

We have (finally) moved.  It was not my most favourite of experiences, (in fact, it ranks extremely low on that list) but now it is over and we have all the things in their places and there are tulips on the coffee table in the area we have designated as our living room.  It’s all very pretty, really.

My brain has not quite got used to the idea of this as home yet though.  I keep catching myself thinking that I’m staying at a bed and breakfast.  Although, as it was pointed out to me, it would be a pretty crappy bed and breakfast, as we had to both bring our own bed and make our own breakfast.  And it has quirks, this place.  Like a weird stair that goes up and then down between the kitchen and the living area.  And a ridiculously low ceiling in the shower.  (Compared to an apartment without walls, they aren’t big quirks.)

Got Me a Ticket for an Airplane

I have many interests, but I have only one non-human, true, deep, and abiding passion, and that is travel.  There are a lot of things I love doing, but none so much as getting on a plane (or a train, or a boat) and knowing that I’m going somewhere.

The primary reason I show up to work every day (besides a need for food and shelter) is that doing so allows me to travel.  Without that prospect, I can’t say for sure that I would be compelled to obey my 6:45 am alarm each morning.