This is a Really Real Life Post.
I’ve been in this apartment for 5 years today.
That might not seem like much to most people, but for most of my adult life I’ve moved every 6 to 9 months.
That means in the time I’ve lived here, we probably would have lived in 6 to 10 places.
How did I live like that?
I’m in a tiny little two bedroom apartment in a shit smelling, shitty neighborhood and honestly, I fucking love it here because the one thing this apartment has given me is stability in the middle of chaos. I honestly feel like this place is home and I have no interest in giving that up.
I don’t have to constantly wonder how long I need to save these boxes because when is the next time I’m going to pack it all up and go.
Part of it was me, I always wanted something different, I couldn’t settle down. Mostly though, it was that we couldn’t pay our bills and breaking our lease was better then being evicted.
That seems like forever.
Five years ago I was a wife to a woman who is now dead.
Five years ago my kid still looked like a kid instead of the grown man he is now.
Five years ago I was sick and hopeless but also proud of ourselves for finally getting back into our own place after being homeless for so long.
Five years ago I had finally gotten approved for disability after fighting for almost 5 years.
I remember, after Parker died, when I went through my short period of just wanting out of this apartment, Kidlet asked that we stay here and not move again. He was right. I’m glad we stayed.
Five years of housing stability is a really big deal to someone who was never able to stay put.
I love my tiny two bedroom. I’m glad it’s still home. I’m glad Wonder Woman moved in here instead of us going somewhere else. I’m glad we’ve made it our home together.
Five years is a whole lot of memories in one apartment.
One thought on “No More Nomad”
I’m sorry you lost your partner, but I’m happy you like your apartment and the stability. Mine would feel more stable if the rent didn’t increase each time a new drug is legalized. I can’t move out-of-state to a cheaper place for 4 years when my youngest is 18. So, I feel trapped by expensive housing. I wish I could like mine as much as you love yours. That would be great! I moved a lot too and it feels weird to be settled. Happy Mother’s Day!