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!

The Reading Addiction

15 Days.

Tooth Brush Acquired, but this is not the most important thing of the day. It is the debate of how I will reduce the boredom of my Fart Marination .

Here is my selection of books.

"How the Scots Invented the Modern World", "Knots and Crosses", "The Sisters Brothers", "Black and Blue"
"The Marriage Plot", "The Enchanters End Game" and "Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas"

Now I know what all my fellow travelers are thinking; "Why so many?" or "Why not an Ebook?"

And I know what my fellow book lovers are thinking; "Why so few?" or "I'm glad you're still using books(the ones you see above are not in fact from a cheep e reader)!"

I started out with three books. I've even read one already!

I have been working at a used book store for the last two and a half months. Two things have happened in that time. The first being that since working, I have acquired more books. It happens. Working in a shop of over 100, 000 books, and reading upteen backs of books, one is bound to leap from the shelves (a genuine danger) and claim me as their new audience.

The second thing is I've finished only one of the books I intended in reading during my summer. I've filled half my other time with a toilet roll full of movies I'm supposed to be watching. Again I can hear the book lovers kicking up a fuss, but socks to them because I enjoy narratives of all kinds.

Now the Travelers raise a more important point. The straw figure that I am is meant to carry Bruce around on my back. Adding what amounts to 7 books, (Small portions of tree) to my weight load seems silly. I could do so much with that space! I could fit an extra pair of jeans! Or I could put another coat! Or I could fit another bail of underpants! ... Or... I could just save myself the bloodly back trouble and just bring one.

To be honest, I'm probably only bringing three, and going to have to plow the other four.

Any suggestions on what I should bring or which ones I should read? Comment bellow you wonderful shlubs, I'm off to do some reading.