time's really speeding up. seems as if it's slipping by. too quickly. am moving from the little house and garden that has been my home for some time. my reluctance to leave this place is so evident, all my belongings, except the cats are now at the new place.. but i am here in semi-empty rooms with tea and my computer. and the cats. and the couch. which is too big to be moved on the motorbike. a few remaining odd items. camera. a small table i hate. budda from schwedagon pagoda. some flowers. my pillow and a sheet so i can sleep on the couch. a few spare eating utensils. and rain-soaked clothes as i was caught on the way home. home the empty home. sopping wet i stopped to buy dinner at the little food stand at the end of the soi. rad na. noodles and thick broth and bitter green kale. warm and filling with a little pickled chili slivers. good on a cold wet night. at home. which i am leaving tomorrow. if i can pull myself away.