a curse of sorts...

for years i have tried to optimistically ignore the fact that i seem to change residence the moment i settle in to a place. with an all too familiar itch coming on, i can't help but wonder, what is it that drives this little habit of mine?

my mother seems to think it's my love of arranging things, building a home that prompts my moves. i guess that makes me a mistress of many houses. better than men i suppose.

but who knows, perhaps we'll stay thru summer....

i sure hope so. i happen to know a little man and a four legged one that would appreciate staying put. 

photos by sheana langston photography