Day 52: Officially three weeks without a home.

On December 31 I gave notice to my building that I would be moving out on January 31. In my mind, there was no way that I needed, nor wanted, to stay there longer than January 31 and so I was going to have a new fabulous plan and a new fabulous life to start on February 1.

Life knocked me on my ass.

On February 1st I started crashing in the basement of someone I didn’t know prior to February 1st. Crazy, right? I thought so too. But I did it.

In the past three weeks I’ve been hit with a daily reminder of why I need my own place. It’s such a blessing in life to have your own space where you can put things where you like, do things as you please and not have to worry about someone who flosses his teeth and leaves the picks on the table for each morning for you to find when you wake up. I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeed to get my own place again.

In the past three weeks I’ve learned patience in a way that I’ve never had to before. In the past three weeks I’ve been holding out desperate hope for a sign, a signal, something from the universe to show me that this is temporary and that everything is going to be okay. Yes, Knight does tell me on a daily basis that this is temporary, but I feel as though he has too. It’s his obligation to try and keep me thinking positively. And he works damn hard at it. I need to tell him more often that I notice, that I appreciate it and that I am thankful for him.

On the plus side, my motivation is not lacking. That’s a good thing. I know how easy it can be to get into a slump and stop doing anything and everything when you’re not working. I’ve definitely been there through a portion of the past month-and-a-half. Now though, now I’m in fighting mode.

My brain seems to be working faster than I can keep up with these days. I can’t contain my thoughts long enough to make them cohesive, and as such, I’ve wound up with more than 30 posts in the draft folder of this wordpress account. Pouring my heart out to the internet carries a certain catharsis that I can’t get elsewhere these days. So much so that I can’t stop writing.I guess there are worse problems to have.

Last night we had Persian for dinner and it was delicious. I wasn’t always someone to try foods outside-of-the-norm but lately, I find I’m becoming a foodie. I want to order random foods off the menu just for the heck of it. And this, random item from the menu was stupendous!

Alright, There’s two chihuahuas that are giving me the side-eye pretty hard right now. Time to get back to real life.

One thought on “Day 52: Officially three weeks without a home.

  1. I know how hard this must be for you. Not being independent, feeling like you’re intruding in someone’s house, waiting and waiting for it to be over–I know how you feel. But it will be over eventually. It will.

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