I will have a new address come Saturday.
10598 Glenwood Drive, Hayward, WI 54843.
The landlord's movers will pick up and move my junk Friday about six blocks from where it's stored in a friend's garage.
Then Saturday, I'll be able to lay my freakishly large head on of my pillows on my mattress on the floor. To you, that might sound pathetic. To me? It sounds like home.
My new landlord damn near took the place to the studs, so I'll have new carpeting, paint and appliances. Kid will have her own room, along with my library of books and one of my writing desks. Yes, one of my writing desks. Different kinds of writing call for different desks, after all.
I'm going to be able to cook again and having been storing recipe ideas for this time. Everyone is welcome to join me with a couple day's notice.
I will have a deck so my first big expenditure is a Weber grill, which will go well-used here in the northwoods. I'm within walking distance of Lynn's Custom meats, makers of the best bratwurst I've ever had. Lynn has a fabulous and all local meat counter so I shall avail myself often -- along with cooking all the fresh veg I'm going to get at the farmer's market that's only months away. (I'm attempting to assuage friends concerned I'll go caveman with a new grill. I've found a recipe for making a grilled ratatouille that looks righteous.)
Then I'll settle. I'll cook. I'll write after a day of reading and writing. I'll feed friends and visitors.
Peace unto my Ukrainian brothers and sisters and peace and home unto you my brothers and sisters.