So, a good way to find out who you are is to MOVE, I have discovered. I am a painter. I am a painter who likes to paint HUGE, and that is THAT.
I now CANNOT imagine myself in this small apartment.
I feel as if might be entering a prison!
I did the starter apartment many years ago. You just don’t go back to that. I am a grown woman, not a Barbie doll for f sake! I don’t know what to do. I will see another apartment tomorrow night. Who cares? It’s just money right. Really.
I read Fruit of the Loom and this one together, and my heart sank a little for you. I know how it feels to find a place, and then not like it soon after. It's a difficult thing to cope with, living somewhere that you know is just not for you.
ReplyDeleteHowever, it sounds like you have someone (your real estate broker) who will be sympathetic and help you find somewhere else. This time you'll be more in mind of what you want and need.
Sometimes, when things get a bit liminal, we just stop. But you're in transition, and you are still 'moving'.
My mouth automatically salivates at your fruit encounters, so I had to buy some grapes. Couldn't get anything in the way of a pluot, though. However, a grocer told me they're also known as 'dinosaur eggs' and they haven't really caught on here. Hence, I must wait until I ever see any!
I consoled myself with a fist of bananas, a punnet of kiwifruit, and some figs. With these my mouth will make for a fruity loom and my tongue will wear its flavours.