Independence
I’ve been killing a lot of time on Warp Prism today, but I’ve also been spending time here and there to get ready for this weekend. I want the place to look somewhat nice because my sister will be coming to visit, and actually she’ll arrive here tomorrow morning.
Just now I was putting the futon sheet and blankets back on, having just washed them. It occurred to me that this place is the same place I lived when my sister visited last year. I suppose I was considering how familiar it will be for her, but it also struck me how unusually long it has been (and will be) that I’ve stayed here. It’s only about a year now, but I’m hesitant to setup a year lease anywhere so I’m doing month to month for now, and it will probably go on for a while too (maybe I should just lease but that’s beside the point).
The thing I really started thinking about though, is all the times I’ve moved out of a place. I wrote about it last time and it’s always a very similar set of feeling. The sheer number of memories associated with a place can be staggering and, for better or worse, it does seem like moving really dampens those memories. This time, I started to think about how much I’m thinking to leave Seattle and how nice I think it will be to leave it all behind. Is it possible that simply moving apartments and getting out of the place where I’ve made certain memories will get me 90% of the way there? Perhaps replacing the furniture (getting rid of the futon, getting a proper couch, etc.) goes a long way as well?
I know it’s somewhat easy for me to consider this for now — lately the weather has picked up around here so I’m less bothered by that. But it also certainly puts an interesting perspective on the whole home ownership thing.
