a place of my own

Big things happened today: I got a place of my own.

I haven't had a place of my own for about two years. I've been in friend's and family's spare beds, I've spent months in tents, I've spent months in empty houses while snowbirds were away. I never had an address during those times except for General Delivery, a little-used legacy service that was quite important to me.

But now I have a mailing address, and a door that locks, and keys to the door. It's kind of a big deal, especially at my age.

It might just be a very expensive storage unit, as a friend said. Previously my possessions were stashed in plastic boxes in friends' houses, basements, offices; it's going to be a pleasure to put it all in one place.

I think this is going to be very good for my mental health.