perpetual motion

Six more months in transit and all of it to be packed into one trip back.

I am so bloody tired of living out of my car/my suitcase/boxes and bags, on buses/planes/the road.

Really, really, really tired of it. Three years and all I want is a little nest. A little place to put things away in. So that I can sort through boxes and bags once and for all and not have to try, every 4 or 6 or 2 weeks to figure out what the best place each thing should inhabit. So that things aren't always lost or almost so. So that I can stop anticipating what material items I am going to want to use 2, 4, 6 months from now. So that I know that at the end of the journey I have somewhere to go.

In spite of the massive cull that saw all my possessions sold or given away 18 months ago so that every last item would fit into my tiny little car, it still just doesn't fit. It still continues to expand (books, papers, and more GARBAGE). And all of it burdensome: I have to worry about how to keep it safe, or accessible.

Six more months, and then, and then, and then I will continue wishing for something that I still won't be able to afford, alas. But I'm going to try, because I can't see, from the thick of it, how this is worth it.

make soup

olive oil
1 sweet potato, little cubes
1/2 small japanese cabbage (daikon), cut into 3 cm pieces
small handful carrots, chopped coarsely
veg. stock
white pepper (or black)
water

Combine the first 4 ingredients and soften in pot over med. heat.
Add remaining ingredients and simmer. = brothy soup.

Serve with friend.

Yum.