Many things have transpired in this past week. Among them, I moved to another city, had a birthday, and donated the majority of my belongings to a thrift store in my old neighborhood. It is all good.

I like the city; it is my home town, I am much closer to my job, and I need to reurbanize for my trip to Vancouver.

I am not distressed in the least about the birthday. The day itself was stressful for other reasons, but I spent the last hour of it with three dear friends, who made it end very happily - I love those guys. It is said you are only as old as you feel; that makes me about 12.

As to the thrift store donations; it pleases me to think that I may visit people in my old hood, and see things I recognize in their houses. I also mailed some items to friends, sort of for the same reason. I sent little items that I handled a lot, and connected to the individual for one reason or another. It has drawn me out of myself; I feel as if my personal space has expanded greatly, and I have invited all these other people to move freely through it. I feel profoundly happy; you simply must try it for yourself.