Much of the house is empty. Everything has been moved out so the wood floors can be refinished.
I am unsettled and invigorated by the sight of an empty house. Unsettled because the familiar is gone (temporarily). Invigorated because JFC we have so much clutter and bullshit and crap. I’d love to get rid of 90% of everything. My powers, however, are limited. But at least for a little while I can live free of the packrat lifestyle.
And I’m alone in the house (well, the dog is here too — and I think she’s a bit concerned about what happened today). A quiet, empty house.
At work — I have have a three year plan. That’s how much longer the lease has to run. At the end of three years I want the entire suite empty. Everything gone. I walk out with whatever is in my backpack.
Long ago I had a dream — to work out my phone and my head.
I’m getting there with work.
Let’s see what I can do about the house.