i had, up until last night, an ikea pullout bed sofa. nothing special, but it was the most unbelievably comfortable couch to sleep on. phil takes bragging rights for the last nap, yesterday afternoon while we were waiting for the girl to come pick it up. i look at the corner of the room it used to sit in, and this line from the big lebowski comes to mind: The Dude: [repeated line by The Dude and others] That rug really tied the room together.
i know, it wasn’t a rug. but it really did tie the room and this apartment together. now, it feels empty in here. yes, i am exagerrating. somewhat. it is interesting to discover what items i associate with “home”. is “home” really just a place to fill with crap? is a home a consumer good, as the NAR would have us believe? (their new television ad is awesome by the way). after the couch, a pic of my new homeless home.
This looks very official and state of the art….much better than a duffle bag. I am going to miss you. xo
going to miss you too liz xoxo
hey e, give me a run-down of what you’re gonna put in that backpack. doesn’t look terribly ginormous. gonna take an acoustic guitar?
computer, clothes, cameras, a couple of books, is what i am thinking now.