Ersendaam

i don’t know what to make of the fact that some of my favorite places i’ve ever lived are some of the most flawed. i love sleeping in a house where there’s no weather strip under the front door and the winter air comes in to climb into bed with you between the sheets. i love staying in a place where summer’s sweltering heat smashes in through the windows and pulls up a seat right next to you and drinks the lemonade straight out of the glass that you just poured. i could have sworn it had some in it a second ago.

i love when the carpet is soiled. when the laminate floor is peeling. when the drywall has holes in it. when the pictures hang slightly off center. when the offwhite walls don’t have names like eggshell or mother of pearl, but instead you call them what they are – dingy and dirty.

when you walk outside to a frontlawn that can’t seem to stay green no matter how much you water it. and you stand on the lawn and you can hear the house talking to you. the floorboards are creaking. the screen door is whispering. the pipes are gurgling. the fridge constantly needs to tell you how hard it’s working. those are the sounds of home to me.

thanks joel and geoff for the roof over my head the last few weeks. it’s been grand.

time to see what’s next. i have my fingers crossed that lolo’s house will be a little closer to comfort. however uncomfortable that may be.

maybe one day i’ll finally see what it means to be homeless. i think that will be my favorite of all.