It’s a little weird to see your entire life on five sheets of paper, but there it is on the back of my door.
I am about to move from Seattle, Washington to a small farm in Texas.
I’m a city dweller. I don’t know if I even own shoes appropriate for off-concrete use.
Where will I get fresh tofu? I don’t like the grocery store brands. I get my stuff from a small unmarked store on 12th Street in the Central District. $1 per brick of still-warm curd. It’s sunshine in a bag.
Now, I’m about to go live on a farm and help tend horses for 18 months.
Barring any financial disaster, the moving van is due here on April 30.
Well, I have to make it there first.