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The office has a number of apartments that it might be possible for me to move into. When the lady in the office comes up with a list of them, I'll wander over to all of them to scope out the location, and see which location I prefer. I'm after an upstairs apartment: first, studio apartments have either patios or balconies, and I want a balcony, and second, it's a little more secure. I'm an Air creature. I like heights, just not depths. (A "depth", in my personal lexicon, is something you might be able to fall into. Thus, standing on a chair to pin lights up has both a height and a depth associated with it. Going up past the first layer of balconies in the theatre was a serious depth, and I wouldn't go.

There's no more precise time than "around the end of the month" given yet. So. I wait, I pack.

easalle, I think I may want your help: both with putting stuff in boxes, and also with the moving of boxes to the new place.

Moving is stressful, even when it's very localized.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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