we have secured another place to live�starting next weekend *bzzt*nerft*zzzzipzzzap* after which we can perhaps�please�relax.

6 days to pack up our current house. do-able, yes.

i would like to stay in one place for more than two years? i have not had even three years in a place since boston and before then, never. parts of me longs for house and solidarity � and the other parts shiver and moan at the thought of decisions and planning involved in such a process. methinks i will be a happy renter for a while yet, although saving money is almost mute with everything that popps up to sap/zap/rip it away from our savings.

damn freaking landlords and insurance company.

we will leave in 15 days as opposed to your 60, eat it.
...the rent you tried to suck from us for those 45 days, the realters you try to schedule with us to estimate the worth of your building, the repairs you would have made while we still lived in your home � suck up bucky, i will not fund such madness � you are on your own to schedule what you may for we are paid up and expect our sweet sweet cash deposit back with interest by the end of march.

strange how our little bungalow of lovin' changed so quickly...became something that fills us with anger crossing the threshold.
cute little former home, i will miss our love there and try to remember feeling at peace and at home underneath your cozy little roof.

we are leaving berkeley for outerrichmond...for a view of the ocean from the study and national parks at our doorstep.

it's the rain that I hear coming
not a stranger, not a ghost
it's the quiet of a storm approaching
that I fear the most

it's the pain that I hear coming
the slightest crystal teardrops
to the ground in silence ...when my love is near

darling -
when did you fall...when was it over?

it's marching through my door now
the stony cold of lonesome
a bell tolls for my heart and then my lonesome song begins

darling -
when did you cry...I couldn't hear you...

I suppose it is the price of falling in love

side note:

a few days ago i stepped aside on the sidewalk to let a man on a motorcycle pass...not just any motorcycle, mind you, but a mini sized motorcycle - something about the correct proportion for a four year old. his knees were sticking out, amazing angles, praying over the handlebars - some sort of apocalyptic pope.