Invasion of Space

Oh man, life’s just a can full of mixed nuts, isn’t it?

Mid-November and the cold air is slapping the city hard, making everything crisp and clear.

The pumpkin spice fever has mellowed down, and everyone’s gearing up for the winter festivities. Things have been great with Anna, her laughter warming up the chilly days. But this entry isn’t about her, it’s about my apartment turning into a goddamn sardine can.

Yeah, my roommate, Mr. Laid-back-lifestyle, has got a friend crashing with us. Our tiny apartment, already bursting at the seams with his “vintage” finds (read: junk), is now playing host to another human and his two giant bags. I mean, seriously, who travels with two giant bags for a “weekend visit”?

And did I mention? His stay is indefinitely extended.

I wake up to their raucous laughter and nightly gaming marathons. And during the day time, them trying to play basketball in the living room.

The bathroom is constantly occupied, and my once orderly kitchen now looks like a war zone post-meal times. They seem oblivious to the chaos they’re creating in my structured space, in MY sanctuary.

Anna’s Scooby impression flashes in my mind, making me smile amidst the mess, her face painted with the adorable doggy makeup. That memory is my mini escape, a sweet moment of respite in the daily bedlam that’s currently my apartment life. I am Snap Chatting Anna every chance I get.

Every day feels like an invasion, a slow invasion, though. The “guest” has laid siege to the living room, his bags like fort walls and his snoring, a nightly declaration of victory over my patience. I sometimes imagine myself as a general, plotting a reclaim of my territory.

Obviously, yoga is on hold.

Despite the crowded living situation and the assault on my peace, I try to find small escapes. Jogging longer and further – even in the chilly air. Taking on more assignments from work  (make sure to read and share them!)….but no matter what, my thoughts drifting to Anna, to the fun Halloween, to her laughter, and the unexpected gentle tension that sprung in the quiet kitchen moment.

I’ll survive this full-house ordeal, armed with patience, armed with the warm memories of laughter, costumes, and unexpected ties.

K.