Moved. Again.
So, his family (read: the family that i have been shamelessly leeching off of for a couple of months now) has moved to this supremely adorable ancient limestone house with wooden floors and creaky doors...and wallpaper that came from Paris in the early 1900's. I'm not so much a fan of the wallpaper, as it is falling off, but the terms of the lease are that nobody is to TOUCH THE FREAKING WALLPAPER on PAIN OF DEATH. It would be understandable had the owners any intention of moving in here ever again, but they don't, as there is a suburb in the vincinity (but not TOO close), and they hate people. So. Here is a house with spider-filled teacups and window seats in every room. It's like a cob-webby dream house for me.

It's hella hot in here right now, as we are sans airconditioning, and the breeze has died down. arrg.

The moving experience was a generally shitty one. Most moving days are, as it's full of sadness and emptiness and some sense of loss. I always hate being in an empty home: I feel like it's been abandoned in the few days that it will stand empty -- that it was good to its family and now its family has callously left it. Jake sees promise in an empty house. I see abandoned memories.
The last night in the old house, we all sat around a table getting tipsy off of red wine and talking about the days that had made the house home. It's amazing.
But. At the same time, afterwards jake and i were sitting -- he was holding me and i thought about how everything would change but he would (God willing) always be sitting right there, with me.
Today I got a fabulously apropriate birthday gift from kora, with an equally apropriate letter. And i, for one, am thankful for the people in my life who count for something. So. In the hectic days of moving, thanks for being my balance. You know who you are.