My home

I'm moving in a couple weeks. I wouldn't like to leave this place, but alas. The new place is very nice and it has its own, different pros and cons. I just gotta get my stuff gathered up. I'll have time.

I need some new bookshelves. Somewhere to put all my board games and books and decorations more neatly than I now have them.

I also need to make myself a proper music statiom in the living room. A chair and a note stand are decent enough when I actually get myself to practice for real, but I've spread myself out a lot in my living room.

Notes and papers lie strewn around. Books I've got in queue to be read clutter the table. A fox sits atop the book pile, judging me when I noodle around sitting on the sofa.

I've got a few stuffed animals around. A Blåhaj and an octopus. A fox, a dog, two fish, and a dinosaur. An outrageously fluffy alpaca. A piggy to guard my piggy bank.

Plants, good grief, I can't remember whether the new place had windowsills! I need to get some tables for them otherwise!

All this and more in a few weeks. Tonight, I'm sitting on the sofa, lights off, a candle flickering in its lantern on the balcony. It's a windy night ouside. I sit, bass guitar in hand, making quiet melodies. This experience won't last to the new place, at least not in the same way. There, the balcony is accessed through the kitchen, not the living room. It's fine, just different.

thebogboys

Moving has always been a good experience for me since becoming an adult ten years ago. It's an opportunity to trim the fat, assess the things that are really important to me, and make space for future growth. It's fun to find old trinkets that really mattered A LOT to me years prior but now are just pieces of refuse. Humans are so fickle.

It helps that every move that has happened in the last five years has been for some major reason: getting engaged; having a kid; making space for my family in a proper house. Cheers to new stories, and space for new stuffed animals to keep your shark company!

~bartender, give me an old fashioned

leeksoup

After moving out to my own home some 8 years ago, I've moved once, to a bigger place after my life outgrew the studio I used to have. This move is one of necessity - the landlord intends to sell the place and I had to go.

I'll certainly have to pick out a bunch of stuff I don't want or need anymore. I've aimed for years to just get things I want to have, and also focusing a lot on experiences rather than just *stuff*, so it should be mostly easy to cut down on the unnecessary. We'll see.