I have too much to write about in such a short time. Over the period of two days, I learned that I had a house available to me and moved into it. Right now weâ€™re sleeping on a mattress on the floor. I didnâ€™t have room in my car to carry anything large, so I folded my futon mattress to fit into the back of a van and carted it over. The cable guy is coming today and I canâ€™t be more relieved. Itâ€™s weird to see how connected I am to the internet. Not only do I have to check every few hours to make sure that nothing has been assigned to me, but itâ€™s one of my main sources of information and entertainment. Without it, I feel disconnected from the world.
Itâ€™s weird living with Elise. Not in a bad way, itâ€™s just this has all happened so quickly. Itâ€™s like a perpetual sleepover. We went shopping for the first time last night and cooked some eggs and bacon for dinner, finishing with some fuzzy over-the-air television and some music on my computer. The cat that we rescued loves us. He wanders around the house when weâ€™re gone, usually finding a place on a bag of clothes or a stray chair to sleep on. The second we walk in the door, heâ€™s there. Following us, sitting with us, jumping onto my lap when Iâ€™m messing around with my computer. Itâ€™s pretty great.
Back on subject, the house was my grandparentsâ€™. My grandfather owns a subdivision, so he decided to move into one of his own houses, leaving his old one empty. Elise and I are taking care of the house until they decide to sell it. We also were given the task of clearing out all of the junk that theyâ€™ve left.
Digging through the various boxes is an oddly rewarding experience. Itâ€™s like a series of treasure chests containing objects long forgotten. Just yesterday, I found two official Army Medic kits from what I can only guess is the Vietnam War, a completely metal train set, and a switchblade knife with bone handle that I really canâ€™t figure out how to close. Thereâ€™s a complete box of photos from the 70â€™s, which amazes me. I canâ€™t believe the changes that have taken place in only 30 years. Itâ€™s so incredible to see one moment frozen in time like that. I canâ€™t wait until the time when I can look back at my photos and see the same type of discrepancies with the life Iâ€™m living. The cars, the styles, the places. I wonder if everything will change as much as it has in the last 30 years.