Anticipation as a state of mind
Anticipation. Been dealing with the symptoms since early childhood. Think about it: birthdays, holidays, mealtimes, the answer to my question. Inconstant, but nagging. Right up there with contemplation and remembrance as proof of the human state.
Lately the TV seems to tune itself to programs dealing with “how to sell your house” and “how to decorate for success”. I’m years away from the need to know, but time does pass quickly. What used to pass as enough time to get a degree now is sufficient to allow some last minute planning for a change of address.
One program had the host explaining that there were two master suites in their house. One family member liked to wake slowly in the morning, hence a western exposure for the windows, while the other was up and about at the crack of dawn. Maybe I should start thinking about things like that. Do I want the good windows to face south (ocean view) or east (early to rise)? Perhaps I’d like to have a tower with curtains on all four sides, and then I could choose my mood illumination. Would that cost more?
I was asked, just the other day, about how many computers I wanted to include in the move. Is “all” a valid answer? How about books? Will my world have converted to ebooks any time soon? What about old T-shirts and mementos of the times when I had no idea of how long it takes to get retired? All food for thought.
I should start drawing floor plans, soon.
