Moving. My friend moved again. Not me (but it’s coming in one way or another). Maybe at some point we’ll all figure out a good place where we feel okay hanging our things on the walls, a place we might stay awhile. Buy some furniture. Put the address on the driver’s license. Get big fat heavy books that we don’t worry about having to pick up again in 6 or 12 months. Buy a fancy TV. Maybe even a lawnmower. Ok, maybe not a lawnmower. (But maybe). Maybe that day’s not that far away (but maybe it still is). Do we (do I) even want that day? Isn’t there something great about that empty wall? It’s not complicated. You’re not leaving anything…