Crawling into my bed, pulling the blankets up to my waist and sinking down into my soon-to-be-sold mattress, I can’t help but sigh. The exhaustion of going to work to clean up shop after five solid days of traveling will be nothing compared to what’s in store.
Next week, this bed will belong to someone else. Next week, I will officially live out of a suitcase for a month. Next week, I say goodbye to my lifestyle in Berkeley, only a transient visitor. It’s strange not having an address to recite anymore. It’ll be stranger still to see the pile of bills awaiting me at my parents’ house when I finally arrive.
But for tonight, while this bed is still mine, I’ll wrap my arms around the bear my father brought home from Boston when I was seven, snuggle myself more tightly within the layers of blankets, and enjoy the last few nights of living on my own.
I can relate to that feeling of uncertainity and emptiness one feels when you stand at such crossroads….but usually this is accompanied by a strange feeling of being free and not tied down by roots.
Best of luck, DS!
I’m going to guess with everything you have going on, and how exhausting it all sounds, your nights of sleep will be solid. No matter whose bed you’re in. At least that part will be consistent.
May the next owner of your mattress have fuck-a-thons on your bed!!
:-p
Living in moments of transition are rough…but such a place of growth!
And I love picturing you snuggling with your bear
I <3 you. This month will be incredible for you, I can already tell!
hey you! i hope the move back to your parents went smoothly. but the bright side? we can now grumble about living at home together!!
The notion of not formally having a home is an odd one, isn’t it?