I hear them scratching and scurrying about. They awake when I lie down. Charlie’s nose catches their scent. He may bark at them or bound after their phantom movements.
Somehow, I manage to travel without knowing it. I’m not complaining. I’m grateful these random trips pop up, and I’m able to take them. I love travel, even when I get horrible motion sickness.
trip to Cleveland 6.19.18 through 6.20.18
The trip to Cleveland was also sort of spontaneous. My sister asked me to be her chaperone, and I was hesitant to say yes. I’m really glad I did though. We had a lot of fun, and I was only responsible for four girls: my sister, my cousin, and two of their friends. They were well behaved – pretty much. I did make us late for the bus once. Rookie chaperone. I didn’t have time to buy a magnet though. I may cheat and order one online.
There are 14 years between my sister and I. I am the oldest. She is the youngest. Everyone says we are twins.
The first thing I did when I bought my house was move the original furniture out of the way and paint. The next thing I did was tear up the horrible carpet pictured below.
It’s very weird looking at this photo now because I am so used to – and in love with – the finished room that I cannot believe it looked like this.
After ripping up the carpet, I spent several months with it looking like the below photo. I kept shifting the furniture around, trying not to scrape the floor or spill anything on it. I put off doing it for too long because I wanted to make sure I was ready to do it myself. I’m like my Dad – or maybe I learned it from my Dad. If I’m going to do something on my own, I want to do it right, and I want to know what to expect. So I watched dozens of YouTube videos about sanding wood floors, both old and new, to make sure I didn’t screw it up.
It only took me four months, but I finally did it.
I hosted friends at my house for the first time since I actually finished the living room floor. When a friend of my friend unexpectedly needed a place to spend the night, she stopped at my house to hang out before going home to bed. Let’s call her, B. B is around my age and she is struggling at life. She’s got good friends, a place to live, and a good heart, but otherwise she is lost. She was a little tipsy after a wedding and was very talkative.
First she wanted to look around my house – which was one hundred percent fine. I think it’s wrong if you don’t want to do that. Then, she started asking questions. She asked if my cousin and I were roommates. She asked about my rent. She asked how I decided to get a dog. She was basically asking how I adult.
I responded, of course, that no my cousin does not live with me. Charlie is my roommate. Just me and him. In the house that I own. She could not process how I was living by myself with my dog in a house that I own. I sat there contemplating how much I should share with a stranger. I decided to tell her the truth without going into the intimate details, and I have been thinking about my answers ever since.
How did I end up here?