For the past few weeks I’ve been living in a semi-homeless, stuff scattered around town, limbo as I moved out of my cottage and took up residence as a housesitter who feels a bit like a squatter. (Natural, when there are two of you sharing duties and ‘sharing’ means she really handles everything.)
Because I can’t keep hate keeping secrets, I felt it important to confess some of the realities of taking up residence in someone else’s (or this family in particular’s) home, including revelations I’ve had about my own nature.
Due to the hit or miss nature of the house’s internet, I have been spending more time at local coffee shops and Whole Foods than in the house.
Most of the time I am working.
Also, let me state for the record that despite my waxing poetic about having a porch with a view, do I actually want to spend more than ten minutes outside drinking coffee in the rising humidity? (Especially when the opportunity for a refill is a whole flight of stairs away?)
If I don’t have to clean up after myself, I won’t.
We have a cleaning guy. So if someone is going to pay someone else to come clean the kitchen and the bathroom, well you can be darn sure I’m not going to worry too much about it.
I have been taking really long showers. Longer than I normally take. I realize that this is harmful to the environment, but somehow since it’s not MY water I’m wasting, I don’t find this to be as big of a problem.
I don’t really like pets.
[Insert photo of adorable dog I’m living with, whom once you saw you would say, “How can you not LOVE him?” and be even more concerned about my levels of compassion.]
But goshdarnit, they are needy. And they are hairy.
I’m needy enough on my own. [And I have enough hair to deal with.]
(And anyone who thinks cats aren’t needy has never met the ones I have been taking care of, who not only do the nose-nudge constantly, they like to wake me up at 5:00AM either by fighting on top of my head–scratches included--or with this serial killer scratch on my door.)
Of course, I must confess that as soon as I had all of these beautiful eggs around me, I lost complete interest in eating them. I’m sure I’ll crack eventually. (Pun intended.)
I must also confess, Jenn and you What I Ate Wednesday afficianados, that the foods I’ve been eating have gotten a little weird(er than usual).
Combining housesitting with moving, and consequently transferring your entire fridge and pantry to a new fridge and the house’s dining room table, results in some strange acts of desperate culinary combination.
Which means in addition to combining every random item in the fridge for many a meal…
….and thawing out all of the frozen fruit.
…I also find myself roasting everything in the kitchen.
And then eating it straight off of the pan.
lots of some things will never change no matter WHERE I’m living.