Or getting back to my paleolithic roots.
I’m moving this weekend, across Davis from where I am, and so the show editing and blogging is paused for the moment. I don’t know how long it will take to get my internet transferred to my new residence, but I should be able to continue to work on this stuff and post it by walking (Yes, I’m close enough) to the KDRT station to upload it.
I find it interesting, as I move just about every year from place to place, depending on needs and availability, are we really truly sedentary creatures? What is this satisfaction I get when I pull up my root hairs and set them down in different soils, even though they are in the same watershed? The annoyances of one place forgotton, and a new place ripe with possibilities - assuming that the same annoyances won’t follow you like fleas?
Maybe instead, because I feel restless and I’m not yet where I really want to be, detaching myself from the local mycorrhizae doesn’t affect me negatively. Maybe this sort of thing will get harder to do the more I like where I am.
Or maybe we just haven’t shed our nomadic tendencies built over hundreds of thousands of years. Maybe change, however insignificant and random, has its own intrinsic good.
Well hey, We’ll have a separate office room - which means better productivity for me!
