Also Bobby is always so excited for us to get home that he cleans my apartment for me. It wasn’t a mess when we left by any means, but I know that I can expect to come home to open windows and a spic and span environment and probably Chinese food.
And rain. The forecast calls for rain all week. Perfect.
Oh shit it just hit me that, two nights from now, I’m going to be sleeping in my own bed. For the first time in MONTHS. MY huge ass sleep number bed. MY pillows that are the exact right level of firmness. MY down alternative comforter. My. Fucking. Bed.
And I can cook in my kitchen.
And I can take a bath in my enormous tub.
And I can hang my clothes in a goddamned closet.
And I can stop living out of a suitcase.
I hate how normal it feels for me to live in limbo.
One of the moms from my summer job gave me an Amazon giftcard to say thanks for taking care of her baby while I was here. I wanted so badly to buy thirty dollars worth of framed mounted butterflies from Thailand (I could have gotten, like, four butterflies), but I ultimately ended up buying a French press and some shelves to mount on my wall. Practical things.
So I guess when Christmas rolls around and I can’t think of anything I want, remind me of that time when I REALLY wanted butterflies but bought shelves instead.