After two months of nomadic life, I’m installed in my new house at last. This is my second night. The furniture is in what I’m calling a relative arrangement. Half of my boxes have been emptied and the frantic blur of moving day is being wiped clean by a well deserved break on my couch. It is amazing how comforting a couch, a kitchen and the surroundings of a few precious possessions can be after a few months on the road. It is more about control than comfort, really. I just need control of my own space to balance out the road. And looking around this new home, I feel so fortunate to be here.
Although I’m not far from where I was living before, I’m entrenched in a new neighborhood. And while I’m yet to meet any neighbors, I’ve been getting a feel for the place interacting with folks at the store and on the street around my house. It might be a tad early for me to be making and grand conclusions, but it seems that this little chunk of Atlanta is full of that sweet southern hospitality that I relish. But I’m sure time will provide me a better barometer of the atmosphere over here.
3 responses so far ↓
Karen Brunn // July 5, 2008 at 3:29 pm |
Glad you’re in your new home Brandon. I was going to ask you about yet when we talked with you in Oshkosh, but forgot. See you in a couple weeks in Twin Lakes, WI. Hope you had a good 4th of July!
Karen
Pam // July 11, 2008 at 7:15 pm |
It’s good that you are in your new home. Sounds like things are very good in Brandon-land. I always enjoy reading your blogs.
Whitney // September 15, 2008 at 5:47 am |
Hey B.
You haven’t posted lately so I was hoping you have been doing well. It is about that time for me to go to Atl and visit the family. I hope life is treating you well. I thought about you the other day when I got another tattoo. I will never be able to have art as beautiful as your on my body.
keep doing what you love! i know you will.
whit