The Invictus Writers will meet for the first time this Saturday, which means it’s time to clean my house after months of travel.
Normally cleaning isn’t an issue. I like an orderly house. (Thanks mom.) But somehow this time it feels different. It feels like the beginning of the last cleaning. Not that I won’t be doing this again some day. Certainly I will. It’s just this feels like one of those Big Ends.
Even this one, though, feels different than the other ends: High School Graduation. College Graduation. Leaving Cincinnati. Leaving Austin. Leaving San Francisco. Those all had a physical component to them. A move. A leave behind.
This one is more philosophical. More ethereal. Brad@40 is starting to feel more real with every passing moment.
Because I’m clearing the decks. Washing away the past and getting myself ready for what comes next.
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I called Andy the other day to discuss selling the house in Austin. I’d been dreading the phone call because I didn’t know where he’d stand on the move. After all, part of the reason I bought the house was so that he’d have a place to stay in Austin without all the hassles of renting.











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