Wednesday, July 6, 2011

On Missing Not Having Things

I'm currently working a third job as a live-in dog sitter. Nothing like getting paid to live in a house with free (to me) air-conditioning and unmetered wi-fi, with the only catch that I have to take care of the residing dog. But for someone who finally has a place of their own, I'm starting to miss my apartment.

My apartment has air-conditioning, but I'm not willing to pay for it since I consider it a luxury, and I also don't have internet access--not so much a luxury as the fact that I only have to walk a few blocks to get on a public access node. (And I've had cop cars drive past even when the place housing the node was closed and not confronted me.)

I miss that.

Yes, the money is great for working as a live-in dog-sitter. I'm in a decent-sized house, and I'm missing my studio apartment.

It's like washing the dishes. It's not so much that I like doing them, but when they're my dishes being washed in my sink, it makes all the difference in the world. This house isn't mine.

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