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The Drama Continues

As the great philosopher Steven Wright once said, "I'm not concerned about all hell breaking loose, but that a PART of hall will break loose: it'll be harder to detect." I'm probably overreacting, but I feel like at least a part of hell has broken loose and landed in boxes in my house. Oh, the boxes! They're everywhere!

If there's one thing I've learned about myself over the years, it's that I'm happiest wherever I am at that time: whatever city, whatever house, whatever job - that's where I want to be. For example: when I lived in Idaho, I didn't get excited about going home for the summer (sorry, Mom!), but once I got to Texas, I didn't get excited about going back to Idaho. I just wanted to be where I was. This phenomenon also explains some bad jobs that I've had, that didn't bother me at the time, but in retrospect: what was I thinking?!? Anyway, all that is to say, I'm sure by next week (or at least by next month), I'll be happiest in my new house and not want to think about living anywhere else.

I did get the last of the junk out of the old house yesterday. And can I just say(?) - an empty house with wood floors and 10 ft ceilings has great accoustics. I put on quite a concert while I was sweeping and mopping. You should have been there. You really missed out. It was magical. It was sort of the "whistling while you work" theory, but I can't whistle. It did make the time go by faster, though.

The rest of the week will be dedicated to getting the new place in order so I can start being happy about it. Goodwill will be receiving a sizable shoe, clothing, and miscellaneous household item donation soon.