the sourcerer: On moving up. And on.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

On moving up. And on.

My grandmother's house had an attic. During the holidays we'd all sleep there - two rows of siblings and cousins. Those were some of the happiest times of my life. Maybe it's that association that has made me want my own loft room, for as long as I can remember. They say be careful what you wish for. They say manifest it. Well, it's taken me a while.

A star popped out! As I lay on the floor, drinking a beer, thighs and calves aching from running up and down the stairs, I watched the sky darken and a star popped out. I felt like the king of the world.

It's a good feeling moving because I want to, not because I have to. My first night here and I slept like a little baby. Watching the light change as the day moves on.

2 comments:

Chris said...: happiness in your new home Sweet Lily.; July 31, 2011 at 10:56 PM
tanjawilmot said...: may you never stop loving the stars popping out in your new home, lovely tart!; August 1, 2011 at 4:00 PM

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