On Home
So, we signed a lease. We'll be living in a 2br apartment in Derry for the next year.
I'm... not excited. I think the right word is "relieved." I've been living out of someone else's home now for a year and a half, and the idea that soon I'll be in a place of my own (well, shared with three other people, but still) is... yeah, "relief" covers it best. It's like... I dunno. Have you ever been entirely too conscious of the fact that you have a case of garlic breath, but still obligated to talk to people? I, at least, make every effort I can to cover it up, though I know it's fairly vain - I'll talk out of the side of my mouth, put my hand in front of my mouth as much as possible, choose words with fewer breathy vowels... That sort of thing. That sort of awkwardness, consciousness of your impact and bad habits and the fact that you're imposing on others, that's what life has been like wherever I sleep since I moved out in February of last year. And now I'm finally getting a mint.
OK, so terrible metaphor. So sue me.
I'm... not excited. I think the right word is "relieved." I've been living out of someone else's home now for a year and a half, and the idea that soon I'll be in a place of my own (well, shared with three other people, but still) is... yeah, "relief" covers it best. It's like... I dunno. Have you ever been entirely too conscious of the fact that you have a case of garlic breath, but still obligated to talk to people? I, at least, make every effort I can to cover it up, though I know it's fairly vain - I'll talk out of the side of my mouth, put my hand in front of my mouth as much as possible, choose words with fewer breathy vowels... That sort of thing. That sort of awkwardness, consciousness of your impact and bad habits and the fact that you're imposing on others, that's what life has been like wherever I sleep since I moved out in February of last year. And now I'm finally getting a mint.
OK, so terrible metaphor. So sue me.