After a series of events involving no curtains and a hmong cucumber, I find myself fully moved into my final Morris residence.
Of course, the lights are off because there are no curtains, and I don’t want every mosquito in town to find me. And of course, there are two large hmong cucumbers sitting on the counter downstairs, because my landlord lets a sweet couple use her backyard for their garden, and they were kind enough to share the harvest. I thought about having some spoils for dinner, but lacked the necessary hacksaw.
So now it’s just me, uncovered windows, and the cucumber-that-doubled-as-a-battering-ram. The house is mostly empty and incredibly echoey, but my room is settled. Beatles poster, world map, loaded bookshelf, Jeopardy calendar. That’s all I need, really. Maybe a bed too.