Permanence...

You know what the strangest feeling is? Seeing list of things/items/projects/occasions that were once put off due to saving for moving, moving, (repeat 2 times)finally being widdled down. Things like a waterproof shell for when biking outside. Or paying down credit card debt. Obtaining a new camera (off the back of a truck?) from someone wearing a bluetooth set advertising on Craigslist. Hey - it looked brand new to me. I don't care if it's $100 cheaper than Amazon - no guilt for me.

I can't tell you how good it feels to start to make out a firm life again. Between moving back and forth across half this country, I not only promised myself to hire movers from now on, I plum forgot what it feels like to not be suffocated by things I couldn't possibly start to address in my life. Now I find the trick is making sure I don't make (in my opinion only) the mistake that plenty of Americans seem to make, and keep adding new things whenever I cross something off.

When I sold off 8 years worth of belongings last year, I couldn't believe how much stuff I had acquired. Deep down I was happy to see some of it go (but Julie, I'm glad you still have that couch for me to visit). Only just yesterday I thought about how much new stuff my pretty and permanent paychecks purchased. I'm starting to acrew again.

So this week, after what I hope will be a family feeling dinner with vegan foodies for Thanksgiving I'm staying home to work on projects in lieu of shopping. It just so happens to get one more to-do-when-I-have-a-free-day items erased from the guilt trip chip in my head. Stay tuned for more. And send me your plastic bags.

Wishing you small chips devoured - with dip or otherwise...

Love love love,

K.