Space, the Final Frontier
I titled this entry Space, the Final Frontier. No, it isn't about sci-fi television. It's the challenge of fitting two women into a very teeny apartment without killing each other.
My oldest daughter is still living with me, in a one-bedroom apartment that's smaller in square footage than most studios. I originally said it was about 400-500 sf, but I have to revise that down to nearer 350 sf. Not exactly palatial dimensions!
While that was more or less survivable for me when I was alone, the challenge level rose geometrically when my oldest daughter brought in her things. She didn't bring any furniture or stereos/televisions, nothing so grand - just her, a few (very few) personal items, and her clothes.
I should point out that said daughter, at the age of 22, can still wear the same size clothing that her younger sister wore when younger sister was aged 8. Older daughter wears a size 00. I didn't even know they made a size 0, much less 00. And said older daughter still HAS all of the clothing she's had since the age of 12, no less. We're talking four suitcases worth - plus three boxes, one hamper, and five bags.
Fortunately, I don't have a lot of clothes, and I don't get surgically attached to anything except my computer. Also thank God for closet organizer systems, which are and were a godsend. And thank God that said daughter should organize professionally - though for some unfathomable reason, she apologized to me for rearranging everything to make room.
As if I were going to complain about that???
However, even when we both weed out the things we don't need or want, and organize to the Nth degree, it's patently obvious that this ain't gonna work for long. So I guess I'm back to the point of trying to find a house at the earliest opportunity - in my spare time, around sometimes 18-hour days, and on my small-market radio budget, which is about $2 a month at the moment.
I'm now looking into the availability of the shoebox I threw out last month...
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )