This Old House

I never thought I’d say it, but I might actually miss this old house.

My time here was never meant to be long-term.  When I moved in less than two years ago, I figured I’d stick around for maybe six months, tops.  Cute place, yes… top floor of an old house, high ceilings, good light, but not in a part of town I particularly loved, and not enough square footage for my stuff (much of which I hurriedly threw into storage, after realizing the day before the movers came that it wouldn’t all fit). Continue reading