On Being Goldilocks

. . . Well, okay. I’m not quite that creepy. But you get the idea.

I’ve been apartment-sitting for Hero for the last week-and-a-bit while she globetrots, and I have realized a few things:

1) I am the slightest bit OCD, as evidenced by the fact that I cleaned and reorganized her desk, and entire kitchen. Yes, the whole damn kitchen. Cupboards, freezer, pots and pans, sideboard, all of it. It should also be noted that I helped her clean the place before she left, so really, I have no excuse.

2) I had forgotten just how much I love walking late at night. Between 3am and 6am in winter, there is really nothing going on, and the peacefulness is breathtaking. As is the ability to just wander under the stars.

3) I also remembered why, exactly, I don’t walk at night in the winter: It’s colder than my bitchy ex-girlfriend!

4) Growing up in my house, with my family, meant that silence = time to panic. If things were “too quiet”, something was wrong. The children were killing each other or burning the house down, the dog was eating something it shouldn’t, parents were asleep instead of watching their budding arsonists, etc. etc. Being able to sit in the silence at Hero’s reminded me of the first time I ever got to live in quiet, and fall in love with it all over again.

5) I realized that, far from feeling burdened or that I was doing Hero a favour, I felt like the one being given something. I was the one Hero trusted enough to hand her keys over to while she’s out of the freaking country. She gave me access to her home, her computer, her bedroom, her life. And she did it because she had faith that I wouldn’t abuse her trust. For me, at least, that is a very powerful thing, and slamming up against that realization made me a little dizzy. (Because, seriously, she handed me her keys like it was no big thing. *is obviously still boggled*)

6) It made me feel pretty good that Hero finds me that trustworthy, and that I have a friend like her. Because, seriously, she’s flat-out amazing.

I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.

2 thoughts on “On Being Goldilocks

  1. tealbird says:

    You are the cutest person ever, and are always welcome to be Goldilocks in my apartment. 🙂
    I don’t know how I would survive school, life and this crazy town without you. ❤

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