OK... So I am not writing much. That's because I am painting, packing, carrying, unpacking, taking apart, putting together, rearranging everything and my life, it feels like. But I love this new house. I really really love it, it feels like I have, after 19 years of waiting more or less anxtiously to leave home and 21 years of living temporarily somewhere I always knew I wouldn't stay, found a place where I could settle. It's scary.
But now I am packing books on fantasy literature and aesthetics, and leaving for Oslo. I hope to be back wiser and with the computer packed with notes.