A day,
I took a little vacation from hunting down an apartment this week. The whole thing was driving me off of the deep end, and I already have a few things on my plate that drives me insane.
So since tomorrow is pretty much the beginning of the search again, I decided to take a stroll through the village. A year ago I was much poorer, and since then I’m pretty rich in comparison. The funny thing is that in some ways I’m really not used to it, and I don’t think I will be for some time.
IE, I picked up two t-shirts on sale, and I still buy underwear from K-mart. Every time I do so, I can’t help but think “You know I really don’t have to buy clothes from Old Navy anymore.” But I do anyway because this is what I know, and some horizons I don’t want expanded. I still would like to travel to all sorts of places (except Japan), and try all sorts of food (except Japanese food), and try new activities (unless they’re Japanese). But somethings, just don’t feel right (like Japan).
So on the way to the Writers Room, I stopped by a few furniture stores. It was really weird because I could afford them. I could afford a really beautiful bed set, with other bedroom furniture, and have enough to spare for a new TV.
This is so strange.
I know I adapted to the idea of I can afford a new place, rather quickly (sort of sometimes I forget), but the idea I can afford like real stuff?
Is this success? Why does it feel empty sometimes?
As I’m walking on, I see an elderly lady trying to get over a snow drift, she’s really old with a cane. Someone is trying to help her onto the sidewalk, I stop and help the both of them.
The little old lady sweet as anything, thanked me and called me kind.
That felt better than 100 new beds.
