Well, I moved out of my little place, and am now at my parents’. My mom says I should not think of this as moving back to my parents, but rather as having a long vacation here, with my stuff in storage. Sounds good to me: this is one of those old-fashioned vacations where one imposes on the relatives for a month or so, trunks and hatboxes in hand. Or: a little extra time as the future is forming.
Speaking of the future, I was just talking to my brother about his thoughts about college. He told me he was thinking of taking a year off to live on a “hippie reservation.” “You mean intentional community?” I asked. “That’s it,” he laughed. He told me he likes the idea of everyone working together and everyone being provided for, all living on an idyllic farm. “I don’t even like farm work,” he added, “but I think I would like an intentional living facility.”
Anyhow, whatever the places are called, I think it’s a cool plan. But it’s still two years until Aidan is done with high school, so who knows? The future is still forming.