Something Real
So Christmas is complete and I am now back at my apartment. But while I was off visiting my family and enjoying the holiday season, my fridge died-causing all the food inside to spoil and leave behind the most lovely smells. The kind that just say, welcome home Kim.
I pretty much stayed up late this past week at my parents. It was odd, but nice to sleep in my old room, nice because my bed is there and it is wonderful. Odd because I cleaned it out before returning to Houston after the summer. It’s bare. My room yet no longer my room. Anyway, I would lay in my room thinking about my new apartment. I left in a rushed and forgot some things, but I kept thinking maybe I forgot to lock the door and that my nosy neighbor’s nephew noticed it was unlock and decided to stay the entire week and jump on my couches! Terrifying I know. I mean as far as scary things go, that’s pretty scary. Strangers touching my things! I mean, after what happened at my first apartment, can you blame me for being scared? My mind would keep going over these scenarios, and then I would try to think of scenarios that countered those and was trying to convince myself how there was no way I forgot to lock the door. I remember standing outside my door with two boxes and the keys in my hand. I remember turning said keys and putting them in my pocket after I had lock the door. It was done. I worried yet the comfort of my old room somehow soothed and chased away any bad thoughts. I was able to sleep soundly after that, but every night this week before falling asleep the worries would begin and then end.
So now that I’m back in my apartment I’ve decided that those worries were trying to prepare me for the fact that my fridge would be the home of rotting meat and cheese. Oh the packages of string cheese!!!! I love string cheese and they are now gone! Weeks of groceries, destroyed by the fact of a no longer cool fridge. Sad. But on the bright side, I get a new fridge but it won’t arrive until Monday. It wasn’t the greatest thing to come home to, but at least the worries I conjured up were not true.
I did have a great Christmas though, wonderful as usual. I hope my parents enjoyed the gifts I bought them. They are difficult to shop for sometimes, but I feel as though I did pretty good this year. I’ll share the gifts in another entry. Until then….
