Moving Day

OK, so it is happening. The lease for a new apartment has been signed. The keys to my old place handed back to my landlord. She is packing as I am unpacking. I guess this is really happening. 

I know there is a little bit of nerves as I think about it. Feels like butterflies in my stomach as I type just now. The good things that have happened, I have a private garden, a huge kitchen and a private washer/drier.

What does this mean, when I am feeling closeted, I don’t have to dress drab to launder, or let my dogs out. Say I take a crazy notion to wear a kini, and lie out I can, and barefoot and painted toes will not draw attention to me.

J