Or, "So much for possum living." Well, not quite. I'm committed to half-possuming, but...
We (me and other artists) are renting a decrepit Victorian hotel! We will have art studios, shows, parties, and adventures. I cannot wait to get into the upstairs, which has been locked and untouched *for 100 years*. I promise that if you come back, I will show and tell you all about it.
I could not be more scared or more excited.
It's appropriate that my dear friend is editing a new collection called American Ghost. Any poets out there?