Tomorrow I sign a lease.
In eight days I have an address.
Within a month, I'll move my junk here and it's mostly junk. Too many books. Cooking equipment. Three manual typewriters (that's down from 35 -- when I had a problem). One electric typewriter. A couple hundred pens that are likely dried out by now.
I'll have a home.
This is not to suggest pity. I understand how lucky I've been with friends who have helped out in many ways, from places to stay, to money, to gift cards, to Indiana unemployment to buying me spare beers. I've been blessed.
In the following days, I'll ideally share the stories of Hayward, Wisconsin, and detail plans of the move.
Part of the transition will include me traveling back to Bloomington, Indiana, to pick up my stuff -- the books and typewriters and cooking stuff and all.
I hope I can meet up with folks for some beer and stories and -- certainly for me -- some tears.
One of the blessings is I've found a house with a guest room so I can open up my place for all my reprobate friends. We'll share some beer and some food and, undoubtedly, funny stories.
By the way, given my recent luck, I did buy some lottery tickets. I'm not superstitious but what the hell.
Peace and perseverance unto all of you my brothers and sisters.