the fallback
I know the real reason I’m writing a new post. It’s the same reason I’ve written most of my entries: there’s something else I should be doing. But I’ll tell myself it’s to get back into the habit of writing. It has been months, after all. And I’m already proud of myself for being up and wearing real pants before 10 am. Actually, it’s rather sad how often I gauge my daily success by whether or not I ever put on clothing that is acceptable to wear in public.
The “something else” I should be doing (this time) is packing up my worldly belongings in preparation to move back home. Yes, I’m throwing in the towel on independence. But for a good reason, I assure you. I hate being in debt, even if it is a manageable amount. I don’t want to work more than I am currently, as it would hinder the large amounts of time I spend in volunteer work. So my best option is to go home and not pay rent for a while.
I will miss: My awesome roommate, living 3 minutes away from everything, feeling like an adult, being able to walk to 7/11 for a Slurpee or other illicit snacks, access to lovely bike trails, being in the Pizza Hut delivery radius, having the option of riding the bus around town even though I never do, Tegan and my unspoken competition to buy the ugliest tissue boxes we can find, late night junk food runs followed immediately by massive amounts of whichever scifi show we decide on, amazing blanket forts that we leave up for weeks, collaborating on any ridiculous projects that might spring to mind of an evening… really, mostly my awesome roommate.
I will not miss: People stealing my parking spot, being surrounded by noisy apartment buildings, the faint cigarette smell that lingers even though there is a strict no-smoking-on-the-premises policy, the hot water running out after about 10 minutes in the shower, the downstairs neighbor’s baffling tendency to practice the piano late at night, the fear that I will run over the children who play in the parking lot, living in a terrible neighborhood, and well, paying rent.
I look forward to: Being able to see the stars at night, having a lawn, Mom’s sweet new washer and dryer, being in a kitchen that has actual food in it, sitting on a sunny back deck, having trees all around, being closer to work, introducing Mom to Doctor Who via frequent marathon viewings, being able to build things in the garage, having space to paint, my parents’ far superior home theater setup, and… not paying rent.
So that’s where I am at the moment. Writing instead of packing, procrastinating as usual. Still, I am wearing real pants. And that’s quite an accomplishment.