Friday, December 20, 2013
I have moved. I live now in a new apartment, in a very lively part of town. It reminds me of the Old Manse, the house I lived in as a child, growing up in Gloucester, VA. The apartment is in a building that is over 100 years old, with plaster walls, and wide baseboards. There are very tall windows and wood floors, throughout. I will have a house warming party in February that absolutely all of you are invited to.
I am now surrounded by City. There are no woods or fields, but there are trees. Down the street is a church, and Max and I stroll through their grounds every morning and evening, now. It is exciting to be in the heart of this small City, and it is my first experience of living in a city in my life. I am fascinated by the goings on around me: the people stopping at the 7-11 across the street, the cars slowly moving past. There is always something to see. Every once in a while, an ambulance or police car screams by.
The unicorn meat eating cats are indoor cats, now. They are too entranced at all the room and the windows to put up much of a fuss now, but I can tell that window seats will go in when Spring arrives. Max no longer has a yard to play in, but he gets much more walks than he has ever had, and time spent with me on an adventure around the block is better than being tied on a run in the backyard, any day.
And me? I am delighted at the change. I love tall windows and wood floors. Of course, moving was very stressful, but I took my meds and plowed through with the support of more people than I can list here.
Of course, I will continue to write of the meadow and the forest. After all, it is not where you live, but what you carry in your heart, that is the true dwelling of every person.