The shuffle

End of this month and time to shuffle my things once again. Moving into a real house where I'm going to commit to being in one place for one year and pay a deposit and loll around on clean vintage couches and stretch on gleaming hardwood floors. There is a garden and there are bulk grains to share and a casual dinner making rotation. Step one to being a real person is a real place to live. Looking for real life all the time, and ready for a closet/bed/kitchen/garden. What luxuries. Although I do hate the moving shuffle because it reminds me how ornery I'm getting in my old age.