The Ides of March. On this date in 2019, I shook hands with Reagan Ball, handed him a check, and drove into town with his wife Lisa to the DMV to transfer the title over to me.
Within a couple of weeks, I officially moved in here, and I've been here ever since. Some days, it seems, and is actually true, I never actually leave here either. Such is my hermit life here in the shack on the not-so-vast estate I call Shamrock Inches.
By my reckoning, this home wins the award for the longest duration I've stayed in one place since living with my parents as a teenager. Here's a little rundown of all the places I've called home as an adult over the years and the length of time of my stay.
So is this it? Is this my forever home as they say? Well that's my plan. Will it come to fruition? Time will tell. At least I do plan to stay here. I don't think I could say that for any other place I've ever lived. I've always left room for change and change was always inevitable, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.
But I truly acknowledge my retirement status now. And my level of humility. My poverty. And my isolation.
So happy anniversary home sweet home. Indeed, be it ever so humble...