It is a cold, rainy Monday morning in Brooklyn, New York. What a gloomy way to get back to work or school.
This time of the week last week, I was in sunny and warm Florida, in the Kissimmee area. The week went by with visits to Universal Studio and Epcot, running along country roads where there was no sidewalks, and reading of "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo" by the side of the swimming pool. Believe it or not, I missed home.
Back at home, there was a pile of sale receipts waiting for me to enter into a Google doc. It is my attempt at try to have better control of my finances. Not too long during a purge of my worldly possession, I simply threw out stack of such receipts but over time they've accumulated again. But it is home.
Back at home, my office, now smaller, consists of just 2 flat surfaces and a chair. Printers and scanner are usable but not on a big desk like before. I have a few boxes of stuff to go through before I would buy a computer desk. Messy, messy. But it is home.
Back at home, I have much of what used to be in my office up in the attic. Computers and computer parts that I probably will never use, but just don't have the heart to throw out. Books, board games, newspapers, etc. I tried to be organized and labeled many of the boxes on 3 sides but I still ended up with 2 boxes that simply read "papery stuff".
It is cold and not always sunny, but daybreak comes sooner now. And it is home.