The mother of all spring cleaning is moving house.
I’m realizing that I’ve somewhat neglected my physical surroundings in favor of the virtual world. Now I’m knee-deep in the physical– throwing out, giving away, relinquishing to recycling centers.
In the midst of this I did some research and discovered that an organic communal farm is still in existence in my former city. Since I won’t be working a full-time job when I first arrive in town, I’ll actually have time to join and get acquainted.
Little seeds of anticipation are beginning to sprout.