empty house

the movers took my stuff away on monday; i've been in an empty house since then.

well, not entirely empty. the folks who are buying the house also wanted my dining table & chairs, so i still have somewhere to sit and put things upon.

mary brought over some sheets & towels, and some dishes. i have an air mattress, which i've put down in the carpeted den. i've got a suitcase full of clothes and all of my toiletries. it's really a pretty functional household.

but when people hear that i'm living in this 'empty house', they freak out. "oh my gosh! do you want to come stay with us? we've got a sofabed! and a TV!" i smile sweetly and decline.

because this is really quite a lovely way to live. no clutter, nothing more than i absolutely need. at the end of each emotionally-charged day spent saying goodbye to dear friends, i come home to the peace and simplicity of an air mattress on the floor. it is comfortable, it is quiet, and i now actually find myself wondering why i just paid thousands of dollars to have so much *stuff* shipped across the country.