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[kjpepper]

I keep dreaming about 222 Elm. That damn house is stalking me and laughing at the fact that I could never afford it in a million years (and apparently neither can anyone else - it's still on the market).

I am so done with moving every 2 years, I swear. I hate the packing, I hate the uprooting, I have the psychological crap I go through during long drawn out transitions. At least this time I don't have to worry much about the scrubbing, as we all seem to be forfeiting our security deposits to J and S in order to get out of the post move scrubbage. I really am half inclined to find myself a house when I come back just so I can put down some damn roots and stay somewhere for a while.

I was having a conversation with a friend yesterday about how they never want to get married, have kids or buy a house because all of those things = trapped to them. Me... I don't know. The goings on of the past couple of years have kinda soured me on committed long-term relationships to the point where I roll to disbelieve in forever, but the abstract concept of it all is still something I chase because I'm jonesing hard for something stable and consistent right now - something to go home to every night and not have to worry about where I'll be (or who I'll be with - lets be honest here) in the next year or five. And since I don't have much faith in people right now or in myself ever, I guess I'm turning to real estate as my new metaphor for stability... in abstractia anyway. Not that real estate can't leave you too by way of fire or foreclosure. But... meh. Even if I can't afford it in this lifetime, there is something rather comforting in the idea of 222 Elm... probably all that brick. It looks like a heavy, solid house - something about it just says "yeah... I always was here, and I'm gonna stay here until they tear me down. Which they won't cause I'm a goddamn historic landmark, muuuuhahahaha. Come all ye big bad wolves just try to huff and puff at my ass.... CAUSE I'M A BRICK.... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE."

.....okay, got a little carried away there. But yeah. *sigh* Back to work and packing.

Comments

[badrahessa.livejournal.com]

222 Elm

[jaicat.livejournal.com]

Can you take a tour, and take pictures, and build a home for your headspace? Everything negative stops at the door?

Dude, I'm totally procrastinating on my own meditation homework by coming up with ideas for you instead of me. Deadline for my shrinkydink is Friday morning, need to have developed and practiced calming imagery by then!

Uh, that's plenty of time, right? Hmmm.