rootless

it is a pretty good description of how i've felt lately, and for many reasons.

for one, i've been essentially living out of a suitcase since the 5th of december... it is the 17th of january now people... and i have another week from today until i'll be able to move into my new home.

since 1995, when i graduated from high school, i have moved 18 times. that is an average of one move every 36 weeks. while most of those moves have been back and forth between northern california and southern california (or colorado) during school, a great deal of them have been to overseas... switzerland, italy, korea... and a great deal of them have been in the south... georgia, alabama, texas.

one could say that i have fostered a lifestyle of mobility, and one would think that i'd have it down by now. perhaps all of my furniture is collapsable, or better yet, inflatable. or perhaps i don't own any, preferring the sparse interior design of an art gallery. but no...

i have tons of shit.

heaps. veritable boatloads... perhaps a small boat, but a boat nonetheless.

i have drawers full of projects to be completed. i have tools for every opportunity. i have every type of art supply. i have boxes of pictures to be scanned and restored. i have boxes of books i have read. i have rooms full of furniture that totally doesn't go with anything else i have.

and this is AFTER the great purge... the great burning... where i tried to minimize my clutter and streamline my possessions. i sold the recliner couch and the oversized armchairs with matching ottomen... (ottomen? ottomans?). i put things in storage. i gave things away.

molto. that's italian for 'a lot.'

i have molto.

soon i will move into my dorm room. that will help. i will unpack my bags. i will set up my computer. i will turn on some music. perhaps some little roots will form.