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Location: Work.
Joy: HomeGrocer refrigerated vans are being sold for cheap. Gimme.
Listening: "Desperately Wanting" ~Better Than Ezra.

Wandered around on the web for a bit and got sucked into pictures of
home for a little while. Found myself suddenly overcome with a sharp longing for seasons--heavy summers and frosty late falls, particularly--and
a house. Nothing large or elaborate--a living room, a kitchen, a bedroom or two, a bath and a half perhaps, an extra corner next to a window for books, an attic or maybe cellar space. Things
like a fireplace, wooden floors, a small porch in the back or perhaps steps on which to sit and drink coffee in the mornings, a tree or two and some room to plant herbs are optional, but figure
occasionally into the picture. Actually, give
me four tiny rooms and a roof and space between
myself and the nearest neighbor and I'll be
in heaven. This sounds especially wonderful as
I prepare to make my way home to my courtyard
which has recently become a playground for
a throng of very loud pre-teens.

Not necessarily settling, mind you. Merely wanting something to stretch out in.