sat on the bench at the park today while my kids played, watching other parents pick them up from nice cars and laugh about their new houses, i was thinking about how my old place had peeling paint and a leaky roof and now all i can offer my kids is a couch that is a lot more familiar than home, but they keep calling it an adventure, guess they really don’t see what i see.
so i was at this thrift store looking for something unique, right? and i picked up a really old ugly lamp thinking i was funny, then i accidentally told the cashier i was going to put it in my "cool trendy hipster" collection and the lady behind me just stared like i was insane.
just tried to fill out a form that required a “proof of residency” and somehow this place where i sleep at night doesn’t count because i don’t own the walls — now i'm sitting here contemplating if i should start calling my couch “home” so i can qualify or just take up residence in the local park and set up shop with my two hundred dollars.
just tried to fill out a form that required a “proof of residency” and somehow this place where i sleep at night doesn’t count because i don’t own the walls — now i'm sitting here contemplating if i should start calling my couch “home” so i can qualify or just take up residence in the local park and set up shop with my two hundred dollars.
sat through another lecture where they mentioned the latest tech that could change our lives but here i am still using my old phone that barely works, just staring at my notes that feel pointless, like no one understands the struggle of trying to keep up when you can’t even afford to replace your charger that keeps shorting out and wow what am i even doing with my life