Back to Square One

So I was all packed and ready to move to Bangor.  The housing authority called when I was out and told me my application had been accepted and to call back to make an appointment.  Meanwhile, I had decided to stay here in Eastport.  My ambivalence came to a head when we had a nice enough day that I decided to put the chickens back in their coop.  They have been in the basement since the window in the coop broke during a storm and the place filled with snow.  I will refrain from describing the mess I had to clean out. Suffice it to say that I had to shovel wet "mud" for two hours straight.  Then I replaced the window, put down clean bedding, returned the feeder and waterer to their proper places, and waited to see how the girls would react.  I didn't know what to expect, since they have not been in the coop for months.  Well, they were thrilled.  We all celebrated with a bag of Microwave popcorn, and I knew right then that I was not going to Bangor.  I love my life here.  I contacted my landlady, who told me that the house is mine as long as I want it.

Since then I have spent my time unpacking the boxes I had packed.  It has taken me weeks to do it, but things are pretty well organized again.  I took advantage of the situation and rearranged the rooms.  Change is what I crave, so I did it within the context of my newly beloved home.