The Comfy Corner

Two weeks ago I lived in a beautiful South End Boston two bedroom apartment where I enjoyed my own room with a Tempurpedic bed and one beautiful, amazing room mate who spoiled me beyond belief. Two weeks later I am sharing a small room with four boys in a house with about thirty people sharing one kitchen with constantly-wet counters and piles and piles of dishes and five refrigerators. I feel like I'm living in a reality show or something. The joys of life have become primitive. For instance, I just spotted a foam mattress pad sitting in the hallway and I snagged it like a ninja. And now I feel like a king on my top bunk. I get joy from finding space in the refrigerator to put my milk. Or if I can snag a burner on the stove in the morning to make my eggs.

All complaining aside, I feel humbled. I've made my my mattress more comfortable (I was getting bruises on my ribs from the springs) and I've made a home out of a mad house. I'm kinda proud that I've been able to find comfy corners beyond the L-couch where this blog was born. I feel like a gypsy or something. Floating around the world with the ability to exist in any environment with any group of people. The only thing I need to work on is my space cadet-ness. I get super A.D.D. and forget that I didn't wash my cup or pick my shoes up from the kitchen. Or I leave my cheese stick wrapper on the floor. Live and learn I suppose! At least I'm not in a restaurant anymore.

Stay comfy ya'll wherever you may be.