weird
between being homeless for a week
and not having any furniture here yet
something occurred to me today (as i was unpacking my dishes and putting them away in the kitchen)
i still *feel* homeless
like, my apartment feels like just another place i am staying temporarily until i get "home"
except...that's not quite accurate either
because while i stayed in each of those other places
there wasn't any "home" i was looking ahead to being in
and that's kind of what this feels like still
a sense of temporariness
without any specific expectation for the future
i just feel so exceedingly
unattached.
maybe when i get furniture that will change.
or maybe it won't. i don't know.
and not having any furniture here yet
something occurred to me today (as i was unpacking my dishes and putting them away in the kitchen)
i still *feel* homeless
like, my apartment feels like just another place i am staying temporarily until i get "home"
except...that's not quite accurate either
because while i stayed in each of those other places
there wasn't any "home" i was looking ahead to being in
and that's kind of what this feels like still
a sense of temporariness
without any specific expectation for the future
i just feel so exceedingly
unattached.
maybe when i get furniture that will change.
or maybe it won't. i don't know.