Le monde du vieux bandit

I’m on vacation. You wouldn’t know it from watching me but I am. I’m putting the finishing touches to that move idea we had, while Herb’s at the house installing our new mailbox. I’m taping the last few last-minute boxes, organizing mountains of stuff, looking for what’s next. One day, one evening, one night, and I’ll be off. I’ll leave here early with the cats and leave Herb to deal with the movers and trucks, etc. I’ll spare my boys that worry in the morning and let them explore the house before it’s full of our stuff. And that’ll be that, really. I’ll be home. Home like I haven’t been home in 27 years. Home, in our home, with the man I love and without whom this entire project would have been impossible or, at best, migraine-inducing. Money isn’t everything, y’see… And neither are organizational skills.

In forty-eight hours, we’ll no longer be city dwellers, apartment renters or even cat-lovers-only. We’ll have our Tango the-black-lab with us, and we’ll truly start the rest of our lives together. A life with all our senses filled with glory. Birds and frogs, wild kitties, cows, lakes, streams and rivers, real raw milk, actual not-cut flowers, camp fires, lots and lots to do but lots to see, hear, feel, touch, build… I guess it can be seen as quite an adventure, but for us it simply feels right. *Finally*, we think. I’ve been getting these bursts of happiness recently, when it hits me: it’s true. We’re doing it. Together. Away. Toward where we belong and who we always wanted to be.

It won’t be only roses, we know. Already we’ve discovered that if we miss a package delivery, the nearest post office where we have to pick it up is far. Quite far. I’m not talking “take delivery of your new modem two villages from yours” here, but serious mileage (kilometrage?). Proximity is something we have to redefine, with one single shop in the village and one single restaurant (forget delivery). Those aren’t problems, simply things we need to redefine, but when I think about it, we won’t have any trouble. I mean… we got used to living here, among the fucked-up and the poor-at-soul, and learned to consider that “normal” and “safe enough”, so…

Well that’s it. I’m signing off for a few days. Much to do, and much, much joy to do it in! Peace, people.

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