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Moved

by baldilocks

My sur­round­ings have changed dras­ti­cally. After the fore­clo­sure and sell­ing of my home, the moving/​storage of the large and/​or pre­cious items, the sell­ing and giv­ing away of other items, and the theft of one item, it is finally done.

I sup­pose I should feel sad, but I don’t. The house had belonged to my great-​aunt who passed away in 2012 and I had spent the first part of my child­hood there. I miss it but I don’t feel despair. Still owned by me: many, many pic­tures, crys­tal stemware, semi-​fine china. There’s even a huge old-​school stereo with a record player and a reel-​to-​reel “tucked” away in my stor­age space.Stereo

But all of this — includ­ing the theft — forced me to pon­der the nature of things and their tran­sient nature. My aun­tie could take none of her things with her into next life, and my next life — while not dimen­sion­ally dif­fer­ent from the last one — will, I think, be a lit­tle bit dif­fer­ent spir­i­tu­ally. At least I hope that will be so.

I’m no longer in South Cen­tral Los Ange­les and in a tem­po­rary space behind the Mount Wil­son Cur­tain (Glen­dale) and that is auto­mat­i­cally dif­fer­ent. A goodly por­tion of the pop­u­la­tion are of Per­sian and Armen­ian descent and it just occurred to me that many of these peo­ple either fled per­se­cu­tion in their home coun­tries or are descended from those who did. Chris­tians and Jews.

So I am among friends, at least I hope so.

Here’s a view from my window.Window

Page turned.

Juli­ette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was pub­lished in 2009; the sec­ond edi­tion in 2012. Her sec­ond novel, ten­ta­tively titled, Arlen’s Harem, will be done in 2015.

Please con­tribute to Juliette’s Projects: Her new novel, her blog, her Inter­net to keep the lat­ter going and COF­FEE to keep her going!

Or con­tribute to Da Tech Guy’s Tip Jar in the name of Inde­pen­dent Journalism — -»»baldilocks

by baldilocks

My surroundings have changed drastically. After the foreclosure and selling of my home, the moving/storage of the large and/or precious items, the selling and giving away of other items, and the theft of one item, it is finally done.

I suppose I should feel sad, but I don’t. The house had belonged to my great-aunt who passed away in 2012 and I had spent the first part of my childhood there. I miss it but I don’t feel despair. Still owned by me: many, many pictures, crystal stemware, semi-fine china. There’s even a huge old-school stereo with a record player and a reel-to-reel “tucked” away in my storage space.Stereo

But all of this—including the theft—forced me to ponder the nature of things and their transient nature. My auntie could take none of her things with her into next life, and my next life—while not dimensionally different from the last one—will, I think, be a little bit different spiritually. At least I hope that will be so.

I’m no longer in South Central Los Angeles and in a temporary space behind the Mount Wilson Curtain (Glendale) and that is automatically different. A goodly portion of the population are of Persian and Armenian descent and it just occurred to me that many of these people either fled persecution in their home countries or are descended from those who did. Christians and Jews.

So I am among friends, at least I hope so.

Here’s a view from my window.Window

Page turned.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2009; the second edition in 2012. Her second novel, tentatively titled, Arlen’s Harem, will be done in 2015.

Please contribute to Juliette’s Projects: Her new novel, her blog, her Internet to keep the latter going and COFFEE to keep her going!

Or contribute to Da Tech Guy’s Tip Jar in the name of Independent Journalism—->>>>baldilocks