Last Night
Tonight is my last night living here. I've been at this house for three months now - long enough for my belongings to have spread throughout the house, despite my best containment efforts, and long enough for me to have been made aware, in sometimes blunt manner, that this is maybe not the best long-term housing fit (even if all residents ARE a good long-term friend fit). I think I never really realized how good I had it when I lived at the Pebble, or Foley, or even 211 South Mass - laid-back housemates with a really flexible attitude toward a co-op food system and a modest amount of cleanliness.
I'm trying to come to terms with the clutter that dogs my life like a shadow, and to determine what's reasonable (one dish left in the sink) vs. what's not (leaving the Thule box in the driveway for over a month). This, of course, is supremely subjective, and I guess I'm more on the cluttery side of clean.
Next week I'll be homeless and crashing with N; after that, three weeks in Florida and then the big move into my 6-month house sitting gig. Here it is, another clean slate. I'll have a housemate for the duration and I'm optimistic that we'll be able to get it right.
It's a huge hassle to be moving again after just 3 months. I want to find a great place and do all the fun nesting things that come with it - as it stands, I hang a few prints, put my clothes in the closet, and call any old place home. Maybe it's an outward sign of my inner restlessness. This doesn't feel like the right place to settle down. That's something I'm going to have to deal with. Soon.