An Ode to this apartment which I am leaving tomorrow.
"with belief and hope all things are possible.
seans flu will be recovered from
and his spirits will rise
and you will conquer your fear of work
and write the most amazing things
about transformation."
-Christina Metzdorf, who knows me so well.
I am moving tomorrow and right now I am sitting in a room full of bags full of my and sean's things.
This room, when we first moved in, was my office/writing space. It was maybe ninety degrees when I first moved in here, and I first sat and wrote in here, and now it's winter and high thirties.
In the transition between summer and winter we moved our bed into this room, and I didn't have an office/writing space. I used my living room at first - kept a desk there and an arm chair. And then, I don't remember the months, I think it was September, my old boyfriend came to visit, and my current boyfriend left to travel, and I got nervous and redid the apartment. Yes, that's when I moved our bed into where my office was- the night before he came- and I put the futon on the floor so it was half a couch and half a bed. And it was hard to sleep in different rooms, but I knew it would be and that's why I did it.
And then Sean came home and my former boyfriend left, and we got a futon frame, and we had a real living room.
Once Masha came over and we sat in the living room and we also sat in the bed room and also in the kitchen.
Second time Masha came over so did my parents, yes, my parents and Masha reconciled in this apartment.
In this apartment Sean and I must have reconciled thousands of times which I do not remember. And we must have made love thousands of times which I have not counted.
This apartment had many laughs and drunks and secrets shared in it. I painted here, I wrote here (not much but some) I listened to music here and danced in my living room, a lot.
This apartment had bad vibes and Sean and I walked around with a pot of fire and burned them all out. I cooked some great meals in this apartment, and did not break my toe once!
I was sick here, for over a week, and I had a tub to soak in.
Sean was sick here for over and over and over.
Pearl came here, and loved us here, and took great care of us here. She slept well here. My aunt and mom came here and they did not sleep so well- the first time they were hot- the second, cold.
Once my whole family came, and eleven people and we slept all over the floors and the beds and the sheets and the towels. It was lovely and right after Christmas.
This is the apartment where I learned more than I have learned in my whole life= I learned drastic things in the corner of this room, and I journaled and meditated and con-so(u)l-ed myself. I lit tons of candles here, and prayed here, and sang here. I learned a lot of God here.
I am ready for my new apartment to do those and more. I am ready ready ready!
I am excited and thrilled and unfamiliar with the place I am going. And I like that.
seans flu will be recovered from
and his spirits will rise
and you will conquer your fear of work
and write the most amazing things
about transformation."
-Christina Metzdorf, who knows me so well.
I am moving tomorrow and right now I am sitting in a room full of bags full of my and sean's things.
This room, when we first moved in, was my office/writing space. It was maybe ninety degrees when I first moved in here, and I first sat and wrote in here, and now it's winter and high thirties.
In the transition between summer and winter we moved our bed into this room, and I didn't have an office/writing space. I used my living room at first - kept a desk there and an arm chair. And then, I don't remember the months, I think it was September, my old boyfriend came to visit, and my current boyfriend left to travel, and I got nervous and redid the apartment. Yes, that's when I moved our bed into where my office was- the night before he came- and I put the futon on the floor so it was half a couch and half a bed. And it was hard to sleep in different rooms, but I knew it would be and that's why I did it.
And then Sean came home and my former boyfriend left, and we got a futon frame, and we had a real living room.
Once Masha came over and we sat in the living room and we also sat in the bed room and also in the kitchen.
Second time Masha came over so did my parents, yes, my parents and Masha reconciled in this apartment.
In this apartment Sean and I must have reconciled thousands of times which I do not remember. And we must have made love thousands of times which I have not counted.
This apartment had many laughs and drunks and secrets shared in it. I painted here, I wrote here (not much but some) I listened to music here and danced in my living room, a lot.
This apartment had bad vibes and Sean and I walked around with a pot of fire and burned them all out. I cooked some great meals in this apartment, and did not break my toe once!
I was sick here, for over a week, and I had a tub to soak in.
Sean was sick here for over and over and over.
Pearl came here, and loved us here, and took great care of us here. She slept well here. My aunt and mom came here and they did not sleep so well- the first time they were hot- the second, cold.
Once my whole family came, and eleven people and we slept all over the floors and the beds and the sheets and the towels. It was lovely and right after Christmas.
This is the apartment where I learned more than I have learned in my whole life= I learned drastic things in the corner of this room, and I journaled and meditated and con-so(u)l-ed myself. I lit tons of candles here, and prayed here, and sang here. I learned a lot of God here.
I am ready for my new apartment to do those and more. I am ready ready ready!
I am excited and thrilled and unfamiliar with the place I am going. And I like that.