Tag: home
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my house
Read more: my houseOh yeah, I don’t really have a house that is mine right now. This fact was made clear when I had some friends over last week. This is my Dad’s house. Of course it’s familiar, some of the things I have known virtually my entire life. The pictures and furnishing are intimately familiar to me,…
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prescience
Read more: prescienceTwo years ago I sold my big house, bought a smaller townhome with Katie, and left for Tucson to live with Dad. I did it with somewhat vague intentions, influenced by COVID, my own health, and my dad’s health. I spent zero time wondering if I was doing the “right thing” logically, and trusted my…
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solitude
Read more: solitudeMy social life has changed radically in the past seven years, and it\’s hard to distinguish how much is due to Lyme, and how much is due to COVID. Now I\’m trying to figure out why I like the quieter life so damn much. “There is a difference between solitude and loneliness.” ― Maggie Smith This…
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identity
Read more: identityAll of this sifting through possessions and selling my home have gotten me thinking about my identity. Self-identity is a uniquely human trait, a sum of many things that defines who we are. I started off with an obscured identity, one attached to the circumstances of my birth and subsequent adoption. I had another name,…
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moving
Read more: movingI can always tell when I\’m fighting an infection now. Babesia, a malaria-like protozoan parasite co-infection that hasn\’t been in the picture for over two years (maybe more, I can\’t keep all this shit straight) has returned. It\’s probably due to an overload of stress and activity. I\’m selling my house and down-sizing. I made the…
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resettling
Read more: resettlingI railroaded my dad into letting me move in with him this past September. It seemed like a good time with COVID and lockdowns and my continued journey with chronic Lyme. The original plan was to sell my house, move in with dad for a while, and later on, move to Costa Rica. Then came…
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clean
Read more: cleanI\’ve had a bad week. Normally I\’m loathe to admit this, but it is pertinent to this post. Today is, so far, a good day. I walked the dogs, ate breakfast, and began to clean. I like to clean. It is a zen-like activity for me, one of those empty tasks that allows the brain to unravel…
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