I am wide awake, eating ice cream at my kitchen table, in the middle of the night. I told myself I could stay up late if I cleaned. Instead I took a long, hot shower. My
apartment is packed into neatly labeled boxes; a twenty-five times familiar task. This will be my sixth home in two years.
Tomorrow I am moving from this tiny apartment on East Walnut to a west end house with four bedrooms and a yellow door. It is a quiet street in a safe neighborhood. The couple next door have been living there for 58 years.
It is important to me that Chip, Ben, the kids, Sir Spencer Rooney and I are all moving into this space at the same time.
I'm excited.
