I remember saying once, in a poem, that I need change. In order to be satisfied in life, my scenery could not stay the same for long. Press down on the ViewMaster, shake up the Etch-A-Sketch. That sort of thing.
Well, as the saying goes, be careful what you wish for. It seems that, since leaving Maryland more than six weeks ago, I have been in a constant state of change. Aside from the obvious changes in residence and weather patterns and work, some other things have been shifting.
For example, I am finding that I like reading more than I ever have before. In fact, I have three books going at once, which is unheard of for me. Granted, one of them is an audio book, but the fact remains. Thankfully the books are dissimilar enough that I won’t get them confused. One is a biography about a man who grew up during the Sudanese Civil War, eventually ending up as a refugee in the United States. Another is a book about how churches should deal with addiction (I was a psychology major, what can I say?). The audio book is the latest David Sedaris book, which has been my comic relief.
A bigger change than my newfound love for reading is my need to find a new place to live. Yes, you read that correctly. I have barely hung art on my walls, and already the househunting begins again. My landlord has had a difficult time keeping all four bedrooms rented to guys; therefore, he is turning it into a girls’ house. So, by August 24th I will be doing the change-of-address thing again, and of course, moving furniture in the August heat of Central Texas. The thought of it is tiring. And the thought of giving up my nice bedroom and private bath…Ugh!