Anywhere Karen hangs my hat

[desperance]

My Newcastle house has been sold. I am feeling fantabulously equivocal about this: huge relief (in accumulated hours, I've probably spent one month out of the last twelve lying awake at night in a state of high anxiety), a little disappointment (I am not one of those who gets rich by dealing in property, apparently; I think the new owner got a bargain) and a little distress (it was my house! my first and only house! and my home, the place where when I had to go there it had to take me in, and so on and so forth). I am going to spend the next several minutes reminding myself of the romance of emigration, the artistic value of deracination, etc etc. Then I am going to hug my wife, and then I am going to SETI with Mike, because that is my California lifestyle: old friends in new configurations. *nods*