A Big Move

On Friday, I'll be unpacking my boxes in a new office with walls painted a color you might call mango. This is a fresh new start for me--in my 33rd year as a freelance writer.

My new space is in a Victorian house bought as an office building by my good buddy Carrie, a writer and visual artist. For the last 3 and a half years I've worked in a little office that has many charms but is so isolated I get a little buggy sitting there all day. For some reason, my landlady there decided to rent me an office and then rent none of the other spaces on the little hall.

So now I'm moving back into human contact, with a good friend, and in a central location where people can pop in and say hello for a moment.

And of course I'm cleaning and sorting and throwing stuff away. A key part of a fresh new start.

I have great hopes for this move. I mean for it to be symbolic as well as more fun. More mango in my life. More mango in my writing. Not that they weren't pretty juicy already. Even so, I'm prepared to go over the top.