Life as a squatter

The living room where my couches and TV used to live before strangers took them away!

 

Only nine days left before I close on the house but only one sleep left before the new owners do a re-visit and witness my squatting ways.  The last time they were in the house it was perfectly staged to sell and now its empty except for a borrowed mattress thrown on the floor of the family room, a handful of small items that either need to be picked up or didn’t sell (stupid area rugs) as well as junk food scattered throughout the kitchen as I’ve given up on eating real meals.  Silly as it is, I wondered what this elderly couple who own a boat and have a de-clawed cat will think of my living conditions and then ran around and did my best to make it look as presentable as possible.  Sadly, stacking boxes that still need to be broken down for recycling won’t make the place look any more furnished.  

The empty state of my house - gotta say...still love those red walls!

 

Simply put – the house is empty.  Watching people walk out with all my worldly possessions as I stood there gripping a fist-full of bills was one of the weirdest experiences in my life.  People keep telling me that selling all that stuff should bring about a sense of freedom or liberation or something of that sort.  Have actually gone through it – I don’t know if I agree.  I think its more a feeling of closure that is overwhelmed by the fear/excitement that I’m at the point of no return.  Doing the visa or buying the plane ticket didn’t make my decision to go to New Zealand as real as looking around my empty house and realizing that everything that I have left can now fit into two suitcases.  

 

Still I can’t help but wonder if I’ll be judged tomorrow by people who I’ve met once and exchanged pleasantries with.  And more importantly, I’m wondering if I should even bother making my bed… 

 
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One thought on “Life as a squatter

  1. Everyone has their own journey to take, and my friend, you have chosen one that most people would be too chicken to choose. I judge those who judge.

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