where I live...

Where I Live

The spaces between my bed and the rest of the room are miniature, but I’m glad that this room is mine. I still remember two months ago when my roommates and I were drawing for rooms. We were sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room of our new apartment. The only thing we could use to draw for the rooms was our lease contract; which we tore into four pieces, three pieces to put the numbers of the rooms on, and the other piece to use as a container to mix the numbers and draw for the rooms. We were sitting Indian style on the floor because we didn’t have any furniture yet, as a matter of fact, we didn’t have anything yet. No couches, no tables, no lamps, no television, no microwave, no chairs, no dishes, no toilet paper—nothing, just us, and our container with the room numbers mixed inside it. The master bedroom was room number one, the middle-sized bedroom was room number two, and the smallest bedroom was room number three. We each had a chance ...