The other day I was emptying out my room at the Bluish Barn, and I got to the point where there was only my bed left, which I was leaving for the next occupant. So Girl Next Door and I decided to lie down on it one last time. As we lay there, we heard footsteps on the front porch, followed by a strange scratching sound. Puzzled, I got up to investigate, only to discover that the scratching sound was Kenny the mailman scratching out my name on the mailbox list. It was like I was being deleted, purged from the records. We sat there for a minute, stunned at such a definitive confirmation of my departure from the Barn.
So yeah, in case you couldn’t tell from my lack of posts here in the past few months, I’m moving to a new place with former Barn neighbor GND. It’s only a few blocks away, but because there’s so much work to do on the new house, I won’t be as active writing on this blog or planning events at the Barn. So it feels farther.
It’s been a good two years. I’m glad that I finally had a chance to do what so many friends and strangers have done since I’ve lived in this town - to use a full-house rental to host events that make life here a bit more interesting. Stay tuned for whatever my old roommates Michelle and Christina and their new roommate Alex have planned for the Bluish Barn.