There are certain things that come with growing up that I just don’t want to do. As I’m getting ready to move out of my apartment and start traveling, I realized how much I’ve enjoyed having a non-grown-up life in this space.
The constant shortage of spoons. The bathroom door that never fully closed and the “we won’t look” comments at guests who used the bathroom. The fact that my kitchen, bedroom, living room and bathroom were all within ten steps apart. Mismatched sheets and bedding. That light bulb that just never got replaced. The coffee maker that only made two cups. The absence of a television. The Christmas lights that were used year-round. The nail on the wall that was used as the belt hanger. Two pots. One pan.
I will miss this place.
Beautifully said, Christiana. Perhaps that sense of youthfulness that comes with mismatched bedding and exactly two cups of coffee can travel with us to adulthood. We can let go of old apartments, old homes, old selves, but we can always carry the whimsy.
Hi there… I just read your post here – and the other one titled “On Quitting My Job.”
You have no idea how this reminds me of me 4 years ago, when I was at a crossroads, following my heart. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever done… leaving everything I knew behind, and traveling to another country, working with total strangers in a strange place, and finding my way through life. I just wanna say: I learned there is a difference between following our ‘dream,’ and following our ‘heart.’ I followed my dream for 2 years before following my heart. A dream is a fantasy we create, but it might not present our heart’s true calling. It takes certain experiences to unveil our true calling, and a lot of courage to actually follow that calling although it makes no sense at all. I wish you the best in your life’s journey!