touching my void...

Have you ever had that "just moved in" feeling? I have. I was lucky enough to be reincarnated into a child belonging to parents who are chronic movers. Since I've been around I've participated in about 11 of their 14 moves. Now, I'm not criticizing this...I know the finger points both ways. Since my 11 moves with them, I've tacked on an additional 20 permanent residences, not counting tents, cars, and long-term couch surfing. So, back to that "just moved in" feeling...your stuff is generally confined to a couple of rooms. As you shuffle around opening doors, wondering where you'll put your 'stuff', you're reminded of the fact that it's a fresh dwelling by that empty sound. A sort of a hollowness that you can feel.

Funny that. Lately I get that fresh, "just moved in" feeling all the time! I sort of like it...for the time being anyway...before I become lonely...or before I become the brunt of "empty" humour.

Here's a little collage depicting the emptiness of my house....


...the barren floors
...the desolate shelves
...the desertified rooms
...the exposed, forsaken bath tub (showers have become a challenge...I point the nozzle towards the wall and hope for the best)
...the linen closet wasteland

I liken it to the Death Valley of homes.

But, all is not lost! Amongst the vast arid wood floor landscapes inhabited only by the occasional feral dust bunny there lies hope. Hope in the new beginning.

I present to you the Phoenix of 7th street...which was once banished to the garage(Hades) in favour of higher quality, survived over a year of harsh elements...now rises from the dust...

My box of kitchen "stuff"!

The Phoenix may fill some voids but other voids must be filled by adaptation. Not to be confused with evolution(which doesn't exist). What is one thing that always seems to inhabit a home and serves no useful purpose in the modern day of the internet? Give up? The YELLOW PAGES!! Yours truly couldn't find his cutting board in the belly of Phoenix but I did find the ever-lingering and mostly cursed and unwelcome YP in drawer.

Voila...


So. There you go. I may be having my own little "Into the Wild" episode here but at least the old Yellow Pages are here to save my ass. (not only save it...I can think of other uses for YP!)

The Yellow Pages, the Higgs Boson of my void. Who would have though?