Tag Archives: Moving

My Nomadic Life

As I sit here confined to my current space, thanks to COVID-19, I think about all the past places I’ve lived as an adult. Most people go to college, get that first place, move in with someone, make it permanent somehow, maybe split up or sell, get a retirement home and then, well, go off […]

Of Cesspools and Septic Tanks

I stood at the edge of a circular stone pit, filled up to the iron pipe, the rank odor made worse with the head of the day. “It’s old,” said the inspector. “I’m not giving it much longer – a couple of years, maybe? See how the waste is right up to the iron pipe? […]