A pond to call home.....

Everyone here - those that love dry land and those that don't, are tired, very tired. The move has left me exhausted and sore, covered with random bruises. Which is not that odd, random bruises are naturally to me, much like a birth mark. They are the markings of the clumsy and unaware. I rushed to pack, rushed to move and now I rush to unpack. Filling this new space with all my little treasures. I have never lived all alone before, and I am finding this process interesting and exciting. I dream of evenings on the porch, music gently playing, glass of wine in hand.

However, there is also something new that has not been a concern of mine in the last couple of years. With a roommate comes a certain freedom. Half of the bills is usually not that expensive. There was money to be played with, shiny things to buy and drinks to be drunk. This is no longer the case, and people have begun to discuss my habits, suddenly using words like budgets. Life suddenly intrudes upon my little vacation from adulthood. I guess that wine on the porch dream just may become a reality.