Apropos of nothing special, except for the fact that I’m moving …
Actually I’m mostly moved. Still have some cleaning to do at the old place, and a LOT of box emptying and sorting. But I’m sleeping and cooking and showering at the new place, and it already feels like home.
But this just came to mind:
There’s nothing like a move to remind you of the freshness of the world. The whole future, your entire life, stretches before you, and every new morning is a wide-open doorway into it. To start something new, you don’t have to wait for your birthday, or the first of the month, or the beginning of the semester, or New Year’s Day. You can think and do and be all new. Right now. This morning.
If you choose it to be so, this could be the moment when different things start to happen. When the dreams start to come true.