moving on
i returned to the home that was my home for 8 years and then a second home for 7 years more. my parents have moved out and gone to townhouse hell. (at least it's a nice place to jog, except for the patches of missing sidewalk -- dangerous in the dark.) in my old home, where i lived longer than any other place on this planet earth, the carpet upstairs was torn out. it was like that when we moved in. it was very much a full-circle type of experience.

moving probably wouldn't be such a big deal if i wasn't having such a hard time with birthdays. there's just this sense that life is careening out of control. the relative comfort and ease of youth (ignoring the blaring miseries of teenagedom) are giving way to responsibility and electricity bills. love, marriage and kids are reasonable things now. meanwhile, i just want to play with my legos.