Movin' On Up

...from that de-luxe apartment in the sky....yeah we're moving on up to the westside...I finally have an oven big enough to bake that apple pie.....

(apologies to the Jeffersons)

So here we are, on the eve of the "final" move. Of course we all know that won't happen until Sunday when we pick up the last of the little things. Four years worth of stuff, physical and emotional, has been sorted, boxed and moved or has been shredded and tossed away. Interesting too, now that I'm leaving the building, Krusty seems to have re-appeared in my life. I thought all that could be put behind me. Who knows, maybe it will be. Maybe my leaving here has set the wheels in motion to have that final closure. Maybe it's because I'm ready for it now, the move, the everything. HRG's feet are itchy babies, it's time.

It does make me wonder if we, as base brats, were subject to medical experiments and implanted with little switches. Every four years or so, the switch is activated and suddenly we're in a rush to move. We get one of those manchurian candidate phone calls and the next thing we know, we're knee deep in boxes and packing paper wondering why we still have the cheap little vase someone (usually a guy) gave us years ago. Then we wrap it pack it anyway. We've become hard-wired to be nomads and gypsies.

Or maybe a little too much Fringe gets watched here.

This is my last post from this building. Computers come down tonite. We start at 8 a.m. Upside is we'll be finished by noon. We kind of have to be, since the truck is due back then. No pressure though. TCB is so anxious to get moved in, this will be done in record time.

I'm feeling a little melancholy, a little semi-mental. This place marked a new beginning, the proverbial fresh start. It was comfortable and safe. Things that were so necessary at the time. This building of the bruised wrapped it's arms around me and promised it would keep me safe and warm. It's done a good job.

Now though, it's time for us to have a fresh start in a new place. Something that holds no memories for either of us. A place to make new memories, together.

I am SO ready for this.

HRG