I have Brazilian sounds on the radio. I’ve been packing for days and I’m busy with the movers, taking my furniture to my next stop, a guest room like a Polynesian hut on the roof of a friend’s new house, still something of a construction site. You have to see it to believe it.

As I pack and tape and move the boxes around, some unopened since the last move from Long Island, I’m swaying about to the Samba and the Bossa Nova, enjoying myself and ready for the next adventure, ready for a change of scenery without crossing the border of the Conch Republic.


6 thoughts on “Goldilocks

  1. Thank you Christina, time passing on the luggage airport carrousel of life is so much more fun and interestsing because of your stories. Now the carrousel beckons every Sunday to hear more. Meaningfulness carried round and round. Bravo!

  2. dear christina,
    i love your words. always a perfect picture. (can you tell i’ve been listening to rod stewart?) would you like the things you stashed up here delivered to your new spot? i plan to spend the winter de-hoarding. it’s no problem if you want them to stay here… good luck in your new home. may it present new muses to you for the benefit of the rest of us.

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