life update
my birthday was last week. brunch, nails, cocktails. then found out we have to move in 36 days – womp womp womp. the broken pipe i mentioned last month wasn’t a metaphor; things have only gotten worse.
i don’t know where we’re going yet, but i’ve already started packing. what else is there to do besides funnel the big box back into its smaller parts: let us Sort and Compartmentalize and Tuck Away Neatly.
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we’ve toured three houses so far. i can’t keep the fees straight: application fee, signing fee, administrative fee, holding fee, pet application fee, pet deposit, security deposit, pet rent, first month’s rent, last month’s rent – don’t worry, they’ll sweep before you move in.
it’s fine. we’re fine.
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my partner and i have lived here for eight years. it isn’t the time, but the potency, the density of memory and experience here. we have grown up and together and apart and closer than before, all in this room where i’m writing now. we quarantined in this house. we’ve taken turns falling to bits in this house. we’ve hosted holidays and parties and celebrations; we’ve welcomed friends home in this house.
it almost feels perverse to me, to live so much life in a place you were never going to be able to stay.
on the other hand: stay forever? on purpose?
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here's a song.