Citrus-y words of wisdom

My tangerine-eating friend wrote some lovely words this morning:

I'm not ready to see it that way
and to understand it differently than
that the walls, when they come nearer,
mean that I am growing
until I break them open, free myself from their narrowness

- Klee

Oyster River

It was so easy, and the word's so sweet. You can't remember. You try to move your feet.

Home again, home again...

After a summer of searching, getting lost, difficult landlords, and worry over the cost of rent, I have moved into my first ever apartment. It's the third floor of a lovely house owned by a nice couple, the last of three houses on a long driveway off of Route 108. It's very cute, although a bit cold, and we had a little trouble making tea the first morning because the knob marked "front" turns on the back burner. But we now know that our smoke detector works, so I feel confident that if I ever forget to turn the stove off we will not burn the house down.

Here are some pictures: