Sitting in My House

Strange, to sit in your house, with some of your own furniture even, after not living in it for two years.

It is incredibly comforting and feels like the past, the present and the future all at once.

I like what it is doing to my sense of time.

I wonder what it will do, ultimately, to my sense of enjoyment.

This stained Ikea pine table, with the one leaf that’s the wrong color, it’s looking pretty shabby.