There Goes the Neighborhood

Good God, where have I been? you may be asking yourself. Probably not, though. I'll answer anyway: moving. Dealing with plumbers and electricians. Unpacking shit and not knowing where to put it. Feeling unnaturally emotionally attached to an electronic weather station. Dreading another trip to Home Depot. Flaming out my credit card. Looking at the stairs, wondering why I never noticed the alarming angle they've settled to. Bemoaning the orange carpet on the third floor. Closing the fridge with a satisfying thwep.

Being a homeowner again.