Sundays are laundry day and I normally take about three weeks worth of “dingies” to my sister and brother-in-law’s while we putz around watching, tv listening to music, etc.
Today they have left me for my sister’s singing gig at a granola venue for sustainable food or something. But I went over for a few today before they left with my armfuls of laundry bags and apparently no need for a coat (as it is a whopping 45 degrees today). Consequently, I opted out of taking that coat inside–the one of course holding my keys in its pocket. Doh! Now I am left to blog at my sister’s until someone rescues me. I can just picture the little jingly things right now. “Rachael you’ve done this to us far too many times! We’d tell you you’ll never get back in the car if you leave us here, but we have no mouths!” Those helpless little things. Thus, I’m awaiting the day where inanimate objects gain IQ points and vocal chords for this very reason because it’d be so much harder to lose my possessions.
Why do I always lose the things so necessary for my daily survival? I hate lint and it’s a pain in my bum when it sticks to my clothes, but lint rollers are not my staple. I could go a few days without lint rolling my pants. The lint roller is not responsible for getting me to work every day. It’s not the lifeline I need when I have a flat on Route 128. It cannot pay for my coffee when I’m desperate to wake up. Yet the lint roller is so good about finding its way back to the second shelf of my desk in my room every time. My keys and my phone and my wallet on the other hand? They are downright weasels going off to places like the couch cushion and the bathroom cupboard! That is no way to treat your master!
But since I’ve challenged myself to find the positives in every luckless situation, I am here relaxed, keyless and blogging! And it sure has been a dog’s age.
I am keyless in two literal senses. I am also keyless in the transition I’m about to head into yet again: moving. It’s kind of scary because we don’t have a place yet. I have never had a pleasurable moving experience. I’m not sure many people do anyway, but if it could be this time, I’d be forever grateful. As we do have a couple months before we need keys to a new place, I still have some anxieties that it will be loud (like where I live now), for one thing. Or we’ll have combative neighbors or $3 laundry service (I could do better at the laundramat). One thing I will make sure of when I do receive keys to a new place is that I will have 5 copies of them made: one for the car, one for my bedroom, one for my car key set (which will likely be lost) and, one for the key rack. That’s 4, but I’m sure I’ll find good use for the 5th key.
Moving should also provide a fresh start for me in some ways.
-Organization: sometimes when I live in one place for a while, I start giving my things very illogical homes. I dont have a door on my closet so things without a definitive home end up there and it becomes a disarranged miscellany of sorts: belts, hiking packs, a pile of coats suitable for any season, and of course a shoe rack that has become a jewelry, book, sock and unwanted clothing rack. This has carried over a little into my work as email organization has proven to be a bit of a struggle.
Buy some of my own things: It’s a good thing I’m moving in with my friend who apparently furnished 98% of our current apartment. I’d be lost without her. But knowing I may not live with friends forever, I should perhaps get some extra cooking utensils, invest in a sofa or a nice blender.
City living: If you asked my family where I lived, they would say, oh she is a city girl now. I beg to differ that I am. And I beg to differ that Beverly, MA is city compared to the hustle and bustle of Boston that I have become so accustomed to since working there. And I would argue there is no better time to live in the city than now. So with that said, we are and I am excited.
-With a new home I will strive to bring more order to my living quarters. Since work took the front seat, my room takes the back seat to making lunches and morning smoothies and picking out outfits/throwing outfits on the floor. Had I maybe left time to be more orderly today, I’d have put keys in a rightful spot, like a purse or my hand…not my coat pocket when I don’t wear it.
-It’s been four years since I’ve become familiar with a new town/city and if I remember correctly, there’s something very whimsical and liberating about it.
-I’ve already started plotting new running routes and restaurant hot-spots.
-Maybe I’ll have more company when I don’t live in the ghetto.
-And last but not least? It’s been a year-full of unplanned fresh starts. Why not make it two…but plan it this time?
As I await my rescuer (my very loyal roommate, Jennifer) to bring my spare set of keys, I can rest knowing I will not be locked in this small Salem apartment until my bones fall brittle and decrepit. Just like I will not be stranded on June 1st. We will find a place. It will be the launch/continuation of fresh starts, and I WILL take great care in placing important things in important places.