moving om


Moving soon to another part of the city, needing to pack early with the life rush, crush of everything I want to do and everything that’s asked of me, I first take down the walls. Tea tins and tchotchkes, wrapped in ragged tee shirts I can’t bring myself to throw away.

If I kept it before Canada, it must be keeping me.

Gutting the closet of old Cons and costumes, ice skates and skeletons, books about being a better writer producing works, plays about being a better failure, I feel great. Moving is a drag but a grand reimagining. When I look back on where I’m at now, it’ll be fond well fond enough, I guess, but I am glad to leave.

Of course I’m taking you with me.


  • Bree

    March 13, 2011 at 1:58 am

    So much of that is so familiar, and so…megh.

  • megh

    March 13, 2011 at 6:33 pm

    I do my best almost always.


  • fake

    March 23, 2011 at 7:44 pm

    That candle begs for multiplication. Hope you had a great move.

  • megh

    March 24, 2011 at 9:05 am

    That candle is king! The move has yet to happen. Next Wednesday, game on.

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