How a Dresser Makes Me Feel

If I sit my child hood self back in an arm chair and asked her what the most exciting gift I could get would be, she probably wouldn't have said a key, unless it was for a treasure chest. She would NOT have said a chest of drawers.

But I was, and I am. At 25 I find myself putting on a new set of boats. Homes are a thing I've struggled with the most when it comes to change. Transitioning into a new place, or trying to make a space for myself, I've always found something about it harder. Harder than moving to the other side of the world.

On my birthday I was given a key by my furry other, a gift better than any other.

But recently I've been struggling to find a place to belong, being between places and not really having a place for myself in either. My clothes either in a backpack, folded in a nightstand, or just in a wee pile on the floor.

Now I have a place for them. It does make the cramped room more cramped, but he's almost done his house reno so soon he'll have his space and I get mine.

Younger me would yawn at the prospect, but then she gets to wear the neat and clean Mother of Dragons and Captain America T-shirts. Younger me gets to shoot arrows and write tales of dragons and adventure. Older me gets to smile and be happy she is as she wants to be. Happy!

Also now I can pile it with books!

Also, that trick where you put the key ring on the button of your pants/trousers to keep them from sliding has worked. I no longer look like a shlub. I am thrilled!