my apartment was put together one thing at a time – slowly making it mine: a free-spirit so used to living wherever, nesting a home. but when it’s time to go – none of it matters – no attachment, it’s just stuff. from the vintage green shag rug i worked so hard to get clean, to the wallpaper of two hundred and fifty-year-old book pages: just stuff
the buyers of stuff have come on time and everyone’s paid the requested prices. everything sold-off except the mattress -can’t get rid of it. i’ve tried posted several different ads on craigslist: for free, for $50, for $300 but everyone interested’s flaked. no-showed, ghosted, wasted time. it’s become a shackle. decent-person protip: when spiriting, it’s important to try leaving the path behind sewn together with a neat little bow.
i regrouped for two years in st. louis. got whole, or whole(r). i’d daydream being on a farm. being away from all the noise. tending the land; keeping it simple. but after a few trips to chicago, doing what i was doing in st. louis, in chicago – near friends – felt like a bright idea. and when it was finally time to make the move, all the pieces fell into place
sunday morning was my intended go-day and i was still stuck with this mattress, in a now empty apartment. this fucking mattress. no idea what to do with it. i woke up to the soft sound of my next-door neighbor’s door opening. i ran downstairs, “hey! weird question but any chance you wouldn’t need a queen mattress, would you?”
my neighbor looked at me puzzled. pausing with a slight tilt in his head. then he lit up, “yes! this is so weird! yes i do need a mattress! getting one is on the top of my list of things to do this week.”
mattress situation: solved. mise-en-place
if this isn’t a sign of making the right move, i don’t know what is.
in truth, the twenty-fifteen chicago-experiment only lasts a few weeks – i did want to find a farm, after all – these are photos of late summer 2015
listening to jefferson starship’s miracles (1975)