Sunday, October 05, 2014

Between two houses

I started renting an apartment downtown. The only stipulation was that I had to keep the two chest freezers of food in the living room. Main market food- Digiorno's pizza, Haagen Das Ice cream. Though they weren't put there for my shopping convenience, (they had another purpose not made clear by my landlord) If I ate from them, I had to pay. I would never eat from them.

I took classmates to my two houses. We had our meeting at both the new and old house. A significant portion of the dream was going between my old house and new. This was not abnormal to any of my guests, but I felt very strange about it.

"Why don't I just move downtown?" I thought. "It's got a bunkbed. It's got windows. It's close to everything. I could even sell my bed. I could get ready to move to a bigger city!" I look around at the new house, which lacks any real character. I long wistfully for my old house, but with the wistful pangs comes a bitter sickness.