I am moving. Again.

Seriously, moving is the dumps. No matter how hard you try, everything still feels disorganized, and your life feels like general melee.

Yes, I’m whining. There are way worse things. This is a privileged person’s problem – though, not that privileged, or we’d have movers.

The most exciting part of this move, for me, is an exciting little nook that is going to be created in the new place, just for me. For my piano and for my writing.

There’s about to be a whole lot of blooming in this garden, folks!

As soon as the drudgery of moving is over.