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Distracting? No—inspiring
With the exception of some fragile items being stored at my parents' house and a file cabinet of papers I never moved in March, all of my worldly possessions are now at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel's for the next month. There were as usual more extraneous things than expected. The vinyl cover for the futon mattress was less durable than hoped. (My father patched it with garbage bags and duct tape.) I left the keys on the kitchen table for adrian_turtle's new housemate and closed the door on my bedroom for the last time. As I had done in New Haven, I wrote my name and a short message on the wall with my finger. No one will see it, but it's there. And then I was gone.
In about half an hour, I am leaving to wait in line for the HFA's Noir All Night. Because I got all my stuff moved by this afternoon and it was my reward to myself. Even if I fall asleep at the four-hour mark, I don't care. I will see what there is before then.
My poem "Defixio" has been accepted by Not One of Us. I wrote it in February, after my parents' house was broken into and several small items of emotional value stolen; it's a curse. I like to think it worked and the results just didn't make the news.
Now I'm here.
derspatchel's for the next month. There were as usual more extraneous things than expected. The vinyl cover for the futon mattress was less durable than hoped. (My father patched it with garbage bags and duct tape.) I left the keys on the kitchen table for adrian_turtle's new housemate and closed the door on my bedroom for the last time. As I had done in New Haven, I wrote my name and a short message on the wall with my finger. No one will see it, but it's there. And then I was gone.In about half an hour, I am leaving to wait in line for the HFA's Noir All Night. Because I got all my stuff moved by this afternoon and it was my reward to myself. Even if I fall asleep at the four-hour mark, I don't care. I will see what there is before then.
My poem "Defixio" has been accepted by Not One of Us. I wrote it in February, after my parents' house was broken into and several small items of emotional value stolen; it's a curse. I like to think it worked and the results just didn't make the news.
Now I'm here.