That awkward moment when parents take you grocery shopping & you can’t very well tell them “no, please don’t buy me food, just coffee, I’m still struggling with my eating disorder & hardly eat to begin with, please don’t waste your money”, so while most normal people moving into new apartments end up with refrigerators full of food, you have three bottles of juice, a carton of milk, a month’s supply of coffee, a few boxes of crackers & a case of hard cider.
Yup. My life.
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That’s just how I wanted to start my day. Coming back from chem lab to hear Britt on the phone saying something about their landlord wanting me out. I’m moving into the new place in two days anyway, but that was probably the last thing I needed when chem already put me in a shit mood.
I need a day off, spent entirely by the river, with no phone or Facebook or Tumblr or anything. Just me and the water and a good book.
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—Falling Slowly
Falling Slowly - Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova
mmmmm everything about this song.
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Look what you did to me, 117.
That apartment didn’t feel like home until I left. Packing it back into boxes and Glad bags was my favorite part of the 365 days of my residency. The afternoons since my departure, my return trips to drop off my key or check the mail, have been the most peaceable since the day she arrived.
I moved into that house because I wanted change. I’ll admit, I was a little selfish. I moved in there because I thought it would be good for me. Living with other believers would point my walk in the right direction. They must be on the right track, I thought, whereas I’m so not. Maybe a small piece of me thought that if I lived with these people, if I spent enough time with them, the old me would come back. I could have a second chance at being someone they could love, not because they had to, not because their religion told them to, not despite my opinions, but because we stood on that same Rock. I thought we could all get back to where we used to be.
Instead, one roommate drove the other away halfway through the year, & staying alone under the same roof with the former drove me further into anorexia & depression. I’ve probably gone through more cigarettes in the last 6 months than in the previous 18 combined. I moved in with these people because I thought they knew Christ & could maybe, by example or by prayer, lead me back to Him. Instead, I’m not entirely sure who I want to follow anymore. A small part of me hoped that by living with these people, who called themselves followers of Jesus, they would rub off on me until we weren’t so different anymore. But I don’t think that’s ever going to happen.
It’s fine. We’re done. The lease is over, & three days from now I’ll be settling into a place I can really call home.
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Exactly.
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I hope you’re not mad at meeee! I love you more than anything and cannot wait to squish you with hugs.
Absolutely not mad at you, dear. Almost everyone else in the world at this moment, but not you. (& not you either, Vicki!)
i’m mad at the world right now but i’m the maddest at some of the people i love the most. which only makes this hurt more.
