Young people don't need closets, she said. All of the new houses lack storage space. This from behind a pile of junk old paper, crumbs, and a filthy crusty wine glass half full, or half empty, with flat diet soda.
I immediately want to know where they put their vacuums. That's a bulky item that you have to have, isn't it? Unless you live in a camper or have a good robovac. And where would I hide my effluvium? The little gidgets and scraps of must-have items, photos, me. The little bits of me.
And there are shoes of course. I mean purpose-built footwear like water shoes, sneakers, snowshoes, hiking boots, sandals, slides, earth shoes, and maybe one pair of going out shoe sandals. I'm not primping, I need my accessories. And bags? I mean backpacks and hippie sack purses, handmade drawstring bags, packable reusable bags, plastic garment bags from a million online purchases, stuff sacks.
She is a sensible but silly woman and loves to hear her own voice; sing her own praises. But who am I to judge, I actually enjoy her very much for her uniqueness. I'm trying to look like an adult, so I'm not going to tell her I moved into my closet. My bathroom is a shoebox. No lie.
What I mean is- I have a shoebox with bathroom stuff in it and that's my whole vanity/medicine cabinet, if you will. I have a toiletries bag, yes a couple other bits, but I don't have a big pile of stuff. And my pantry? A couple of bags and a crate of dry goods. I'm ready. I am READY to put myself in a motorized home. My gypsy wagon, where is it?
I packed all of my clothes into suitcases and bags. I have a good handle on it all. I have a small tote for a desk, and a organizer box for a file cabinet. I am feelin' it.
There's a “Use it or lose it” box on my kitchen counter. Oil, panko dredges, a little bit of garlic powder, the extra ginger. I have a cabinet of the last open beans, amaranth, almonds, my oats and dried fruits. I love the creativity that you use to put together the last of the pantry items into meals. Millet with apricots and carrot, for example. That was great with mahi! I love to use things up. I love to see how empty I can run my fridge and cabinets. I absolutely hate to waste anything.
So I use the guest bathroom and I pull clothes from my suitcase. There is a part of me that will not – stoutly refuses – to settle back into. Not to my own house, no way. My gypsy soul has been reactivated and she will not let me lie fallow. No more. If not to share the journey, then why?
I believe someone will want to hear. We are not alone.
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