Moving again...
All my stuff is now moved out and the empty room has taken on an unsettling echo that I really wasn't prepared for.
In an earlier post about moving, I spoke about physical places and homes. I don't think I gave it enough credit. Physical places really do have a power and significance that is not totally illegitimate. Not enough to hold you back, but it deserves respect.
With that, here are the things I want to remember about Burn Out House:
-Jess, Jim, Casey, and me - the Burn Outs
-running into the beach at 3am
-the lightswitch fireplace
-the sound of the ocean as I'm falling asleep
-the ocean
-AS, DM, LD, ES, and my family, all who came out to visit and shared this space, you guys rock.
-my little oil lamp
-that washing machine - yes, it really was worth it.
-rock band
-parking...creatively
-the funky 1st floor layout
-the move out party
-the coastal commute to work
-coming home over the crest of Marine, and seeing the ocean, and calling it home. yep, it never got old.
This part of it is not a distrust of the future; it is a bond with my past. An empty house certainly looks like I've never been there, but I like to believe that I've left a imprint on the spirit (and not the walls, paint, and floors) of this place.
Onwards and upwards!
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