either my apartment is shrinking or i’m developing a mild case of claustrophobia – but since my apartment is too small to actually shrink, it must be me. i don’t even know what i own any more. my things have either been feng shui-ed, packed up and stored at my parents or stowed away 7 feet up in my closet, under the couch or beneath the bed. today i almost bought a book i already own. i saw the book at the used book store in the basement of the public library on york ave. about 5 minutes of my time was spent staring at the book while i decided whether it was worth pulling everything out of my closet to locate the one i already owned or just spend the two bucks on a new used one. being that i have approximately 50 books i have yet to read, i decided to save the money.
i cannot locate my pendulum, my gumby or any clothes that fit me. on the upside, it’s like christmas every time i go under the bed or through the closet.
“We tend to forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.”
– Frederick Keonig