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pandora_parrotIt usually takes awhile for a place to feel like home. And until it feels like home, I really can't sleep well. I stay up all night, afraid of the dark of night, nervous in the strange place that has yet to become my home.
I moved into my new place a few days ago. For those of you that don't know, my old place was tiny, cramped, and I was barely using it for more than a storage shed. I spent most of my days staying over my girlfriends' places. It was not home, and I always felt uncomfortable sleeping there, even though I had been there for a long time.
I was seriously considering moving out as soon as my 6 month lease was up, due to all of the bullshit antics put forth by my nazi fucker landlords. An inaccessible laundry room, draconian and unnecessary parking rules, poor maintenance, and constant noise really made the place less than appealing to me. Plus, the person that really helped me figure out how to put the place together became a person that I was no longer interested in being close to, and that really hurt.
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foxgrrl told me that her roommates were moving out and she needed a new one, I was... cautiously interested. I had a cheap place that I was at, but... here was a chance to move into a house, a better place, and not be alone. Plus, it was even cheaper than my current place!
After a lot of discussion and mental hemming and hawing, I decided to move in.
The place, honestly, was a bit of a dump. The paint was dingy and dirty all over. There were passive aggressive stickers and notes all over the place. The carpet was a mess, and the general energy of the place was just really really unpleasant.
They say that it takes a community to raise a child. I think that it takes a community to create a home, as well. For the past several days, the people I love and care about have come into this home to help create it. Painting and cleaning and rearranging and fixing... A small circle of friends, coming together to create something beautiful. And when it was all finished... the results are incredible.
I swear that my living room is the most awesome living room I have ever lived in. I go into it, and I just feel happy. Bright yellow walls with a sky blue ceiling. Ample furniture. A wall painted with the colors of the LGBT pride flag. Beautiful, warm, and homey.
Despite the boxes being strewn all about and bits of partially unpacked stuff laying all over the floor, we have basically had unplanned parties constantly for the past two days. People just showing up and hanging out. Delicious foods were created and shared. Conversation and snuggles were amazing. And everyone was... happy. Everyone had nothing but praise for the new place.
It's been a long time since I was able to throw such comfortable and happy parties. It reminds me of Storybook in many ways, but this place feels even better.
There's still so much work to be done. So many boxes to unpack. So much stuff to put away. I'm not even done moving out of my old place!
But I'm not really that stressed about it. I'm relaxed and happy here. I'm in a good place. And I've got amazing and wonderful friends and lovers that have worked so very hard to help me out.
For this moment, life is good.
It usually takes awhile for a place to feel like home. And until it feels like home, I really can't sleep well...
I slept like a baby the first night I was here.
I moved into my new place a few days ago. For those of you that don't know, my old place was tiny, cramped, and I was barely using it for more than a storage shed. I spent most of my days staying over my girlfriends' places. It was not home, and I always felt uncomfortable sleeping there, even though I had been there for a long time.
I was seriously considering moving out as soon as my 6 month lease was up, due to all of the bullshit antics put forth by my nazi fucker landlords. An inaccessible laundry room, draconian and unnecessary parking rules, poor maintenance, and constant noise really made the place less than appealing to me. Plus, the person that really helped me figure out how to put the place together became a person that I was no longer interested in being close to, and that really hurt.
So when
foxgrrl told me that her roommates were moving out and she needed a new one, I was... cautiously interested. I had a cheap place that I was at, but... here was a chance to move into a house, a better place, and not be alone. Plus, it was even cheaper than my current place!After a lot of discussion and mental hemming and hawing, I decided to move in.
The place, honestly, was a bit of a dump. The paint was dingy and dirty all over. There were passive aggressive stickers and notes all over the place. The carpet was a mess, and the general energy of the place was just really really unpleasant.
They say that it takes a community to raise a child. I think that it takes a community to create a home, as well. For the past several days, the people I love and care about have come into this home to help create it. Painting and cleaning and rearranging and fixing... A small circle of friends, coming together to create something beautiful. And when it was all finished... the results are incredible.
I swear that my living room is the most awesome living room I have ever lived in. I go into it, and I just feel happy. Bright yellow walls with a sky blue ceiling. Ample furniture. A wall painted with the colors of the LGBT pride flag. Beautiful, warm, and homey.
Despite the boxes being strewn all about and bits of partially unpacked stuff laying all over the floor, we have basically had unplanned parties constantly for the past two days. People just showing up and hanging out. Delicious foods were created and shared. Conversation and snuggles were amazing. And everyone was... happy. Everyone had nothing but praise for the new place.
It's been a long time since I was able to throw such comfortable and happy parties. It reminds me of Storybook in many ways, but this place feels even better.
There's still so much work to be done. So many boxes to unpack. So much stuff to put away. I'm not even done moving out of my old place!
But I'm not really that stressed about it. I'm relaxed and happy here. I'm in a good place. And I've got amazing and wonderful friends and lovers that have worked so very hard to help me out.
For this moment, life is good.
It usually takes awhile for a place to feel like home. And until it feels like home, I really can't sleep well...
I slept like a baby the first night I was here.
