the roommates moved to italy which means i'm now getting settled into the front master bedroom; upgrading to a king size bed and curved san francisco victorian bay windows. this also means the kid fully has his own room now and another friend he likes a lot will be moving into our old room shortly.
i never make personal bullshit posts like these cause they seem so pointless to me at this point in my life, especially on a site such as this, but maybe this is more for personal reflection than anything.
i remember once, what feels like ages ago, when i (and everyone else, for that matter) was still more active on this site, during one of the number of years that i was in and out of homelessness and, quite frankly, surrounded by some seriously shitty people both on here and in real life, i made some sort of aspirational life post here. i can't recall what exactly it was about, but i'm pretty sure it pertained to looking for a specific sort of living situation at the time. someone on here made the sardonic response of asking me if beggars could be choosers. my answer, at the time, was yes, and i'm sure i added more words than just yes, though in retrospect i don't know what i was trying to prove to them or anyone else.
sitting next to me on my bed as i type this in a moment of quiet solitude is a fortune i got from panda express after moving here - one that i've hung onto:
a great pleasure in life is doing what others say you can't
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