Live Right Now

Only a few days to go. Looking forward to starting fresh.

One day I’d like to have an apartment, a house, a loft with an old, dirty glass roof, exposed brick walls and noisy pipes, glass kitchenware, wooden cabinets, and concrete floors. Carpets separating designated living areas, large papason cushions thrown in corners next to bookcases stuffed with books and magazines, white gauzy curtains covering large windows that are so dirty you can’t see through except for the second and eighth square in a panel of sixteen, but plenty of light filtering through. The sound of traffic buzzing outside, an old fashioned elevator with a door you pull shut instead of pressing a button, a Barcelona chair that faces a window which opens up to a neighbor across the street who, unfortunately, isn’t a male model with a penchant for shirtless yoga.

A couple mattresses on a simple bed frame and a stained blue green wooden chest of drawers. Mismatched frames containing pictures of friends, family, covering windowsills and end-table surfaces. An easel with paint flecks stained on the walls and floor, a bathroom with a porcelain claw-foot tub and a photo enlarger in the corner with chemicals and photo trays kept underneath the sink.

I always hear people chirp, “You don’t get what you don’t ask for.” So this is me asking. This is me putting it into words: This is what I want. Now it’s out there in the universe. The job, the partner, anything else can be figured out later. This is just for me. When it’s time to go home and take a deep breath, this is where I want to be. And with every step, I’m getting a little closer.

Ended last year with an obligatory F.R.I.E.N.D.s moment. Five keys sitting forlornly on the granite countertop swept white-glove clean as we picked up the last bag, closed the last can of paint, and walked outside to get in the car and leave a house filled with memories behind.

This year begins with a new home, a new city, and new adventures.

10 on 10: #1.  First night in my own bed since July. Fell asleep with the television on and woke up to the sun filtering through the trees in our backyard and curtains I’ve wanted since I was sixteen.

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Oh, and here’s me as Bob.

So this is what happens at my house.  I miss my roommates!

Twenty-four hours later, this guy shows up on my doorstep.

Sidewalk in front of our porch, first thing I saw upon arriving home.  Still a little bummed I missed everyone by a couple of days, but this put a smile on my face.