It’s only been the seventh day at my new home in a humble apartment complex on Six Flags Dr and I’m possibly already dreading the next six months of living here. The first two nights or so I slept very sound probably from being tired and moving thing into and out of boxes so sleeping anywhere even on the floor felt like nothing and everything. But the most recent nights have been full of so many unpleasant exterior noises. The walls are as thin as papyrus which has some substance but certainly not enough. I hear phone conversations and heavy footsteps (one of my biggest pet peeves) upstairs, showers running next door and a never ending traffic buzz along with daily sirens and chatter. People walk right by my window and it feel like they’re watching. I’ve actually witnessed a little boy on his tricycle sitting almost directly in front of my window staring at me stare off into space while having my hand up my shirt for no apparent reason. Like when did I ever have to worry about scratching an itch at my previous homes? At least the music stays on the down low. Recently my life feels like a mixture of living in my grandma’s house in Mexico and living young Carrie Bradshaw’s life (of course without all the social drama) At least when I stay in my grandma’s house all the extra loud outside noise is expected and pleasant, like the announcement of “camoté”, “agua”, or “el gas”. It’s so strange because I was born in the apartment in front of me but obviously have no recollection whatsoever of what it was like, but my mom says it was much nicer back then. I guess it’s bound to be since it was eighteen years ago. I can’t lie, I was pretty excited about moving and I can’t quite figure out why. But now that i’m here, I feel almost numb and wait for some big emotion to hit me. Like nostalgia or regret or relief. But I didn’t really leave behind any nice christmas or thanksgiving memories at my old house, nor do I miss the stagnant energy of that neighborhood. We only stayed there a little over a year. I miss my first house though. She has an energy of whimsical dreams. I can’t wait until I have a more stable cottage-feeling place to call home again. A year ago I had exactly no idea where I’d live or sleep or talk to everyday and that was so terrifying but at the same time it’s no fun to have everything planned out. I’m very thankful for life’s surprises even if they make me cringe or cry. I don’t have a blog yet but this is a start. :) I also have a list of hopefully very interesting topics I haven’t exposed to my public yet. Stay tuned if you enjoyed this rather “short” and less “cheesy” piece.
December 3, 2014
