April 20, 2009

[General] My Boring Sixth Life

I said a long time ago that I think of my life as having six parts. The first part has me at home with my parents, a cute, bright kid at first and then, later, a miserable, snarkfest of a teenager who wanted to belong almost as desperately as she didn't.

Part two finds me at college, living in the dorm, with my parents continuing to deposit my allowance into my checking account, and picking up my laundry every week. I was not quite grown.

Part three finds me with my first job, my first apartment, my first laundry basket. Still in school, and living a nomadic, quasi-bohemian existence, I managed to work almost enough hours every month to pay my phone bill.

Part four has me mostly grown, living on my own, far away from home. I worked three jobs, and took four buses and three trains every weekday to get to two of them. The third job I walked to.

Part five is when I fled that miserable, public-transit-filled existence and came back home, moved in with my brother, went to Grad school and experienced more drama--not to mention more cheap wine--that one would think could be crammed into 3 years. Part five has many, many stories...but not all of them are mine to tell, and the whole thing makes no sense without all the stories, taken together. So, you may not find out much about part five. That's OK. Many of you lived it with me. :)

This brings us to part six.

Part six is big, and sprawling. It covers the past 17 years. Parts 1-5 cover the 25 that came before.

Part six is also largely boring. Nothing really happens. I mean, yes, I get up, I go to work and things happen there, funny things, awful things, sad things. Things that I won't write about and, really, you don't care about. Then I come home, and I make dinner, or we go to dinner, or John makes dinner, and we watch Jeopardy, and I read or knit or nap on the sofa. Sometimes there's some TV in there. Sometimes, if we go out to dinner, we also get custard, or go to Borders. Sometimes, we venture to the mall. Not often, though.

Then I feed the cats and go to bed. Mondays and Thursdays the trash goes out.

The next morning, it all starts again.

Now, obviously *sometimes* things happen. Sometimes, we get a new housekeeper, or I learn to make socks. Sometimes, I make a fabulous scarf, or my guy wins American Idol. Sometimes we see an Imax movie. Sometimes it's Christmas.

But for the most part, you now are intimately acquainted with part six of my life.

It is my favorite part.

Posted by Lori at April 20, 2009 10:03 PM | TrackBack