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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

A 2.5 Pound Anchor

I've leased six months of my life to this apartment and have so far painlessly passed three and a half of those months here.

A lot can happen in three and a half months. It's enough time to:

  • Accidentally start a new job
  • Do this four or five times: order a large pizza, imply—without outright lying—that it's for the gaggle of friends you've got upstairs, then eat it for your next six meals
  • Call the police concerning the Montague/Capulet-style knife fight (if Montague was an inebriated, old hobo and Capulet was a young, agile gangster) outside your building
  • Eat 39 homemade reuben sandwiches

I don't know if you've noticed this, but I tend to move often. My poor little Edie turned five yesterday and she has lived in thirteen dwellings. That's 2.88 dwellings per pound! Because of this nomadic existence, I tend to not settle in too throughly. I couldn't tell you the last time I hung art or painted or bought more than a six-pack of toilet paper. But tonight, I made a big commitment.

I leased fifteen minutes of my life to repeatedly stepping on a plastic pump and inflating this rubber, pill-shaped thing.

What is it? Psh. Wouldn't you like to know. No I'll definitely tell you: it's an exercise ball. It's shaped this way because of something called marketing.

It takes fifteen minutes to inflate and about four minutes to deflate, so why do I view its inflated state as such an enormous commitment-statement? It can't weigh more than 2.5 lbs. So why does it feel like an anchor tied to my ankle.

What are the silly, awesome or downright strange ways you claim your nest... or your freedom?

16 comments:

  1. I claim my freedom by viewing my humble little abode as the place that protects me from the outside world and feeling free to spend all my time at home in bed iny pajamas.

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  2. I'm impressed that a large pizza lasts you six meals!! I hate to admit it, but it certainly wouldn't last ME six meals....

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    1. Ok to be fair. We're talking meal one: 3 pieces. Meal 2--breakfast: one piece... a piece for lunch... A piece for breakfast the next day... you get the idea

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  3. Hurray, hurray, hurray! Finally a post. I've missed you so. Anyway, I'm a hoarder, so I got nothin to say.

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    1. Hobo Siren has missed you as well, Chris. I think it'll take me a couple weeks to get back into the swing of things now that I'm working full time.

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  4. I make nail holes in the walls to hang my pictures instead of using existing "leftover" nail holes from a previous tenant/owner.

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    1. The perfect way to say, "this is my home now."

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