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codenamewanderlust) wrote2014-03-09 04:25 pm
codenamewanderlust) wrote2014-03-09 04:25 pm
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LJ Idol Week 0: Introduction
It’s laundry day. I’m wearing an old pair of blue scrub pants and a black tank top with a hole down one side. Underneath I’m wearing an overly fancy lacy purple bra that squishes my double D sized boobs together; my left one rather irritatingly overflows over the top more than it should. It’s uncomfortable and I have to keep adjusting it. This is why I never wear it.
I let my tea steep while I brought the wash down to the basement. I realize I will need to buy more honey soon as I squeeze an estimated teaspoon directly into the cup. I pour in the last of the milk before fishing out the tea bag and stirring the whole thing. It’s bitter and just this side of warm enough to still be drinkable without being disgusting.
I contemplate going downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. That is where I normally work but Sunday is my one day off. I don’t want to go dressed like this but my laundry won’t be finished before it closes. I could go in through the back door to the kitchen. My coworkers might tease me but I won’t shock the guests/residents/weekend tourists.
I live and work in a boarding house, residence, hotel type place. There are people who have lived here for more than seven years and there are people who will only stay for a week. There are a few students who go to the art school up the block. There are a lot of young international visitors to San Francisco who will stay for only two or three months before moving on to other adventures or going home to Brazil, Germany, The Netherlands….
I once wore my painted latex elf ears during an entire dinner service. No one said anything but one of the older longtime residents started calling me Willow the next day which was cute but Willow didn't have pointy ears.
I finish my tea in a last too sweet sip from all the honey that had settled on the bottom and start another episode of Farscape. I've been sort of watching it with my father who lives on the other side of the country. I in fact have recently gotten to know him. We have a lot in common (like being sci-fi geeks) and it’s bittersweet; just the way I like my tea. I never got to know him as a child but now I get to be friends with him as an adult.
I’ve become estranged from my mother’s side of my family. They had a lot of expectations of me and I couldn't live up to any of it. I was my mother’s first child. The first granddaughter. The first to get a college degree. The first to walk away. I needed to live my life on my own terms. When I was 23 I packed one suitcase and bought a one way ticket to from New York to San Francisco. I am now one month into my 30th year. I have lost everything more than once and still I have made it here. I am self-reliant and adaptable. I have learned to trust my instincts. Like when they tell me to sign up for crazy sounding writing competitions.
The timer goes off to remind me to move my laundry from the washer to the dryer. I set the electric kettle for another cup of tea and search for my slippers. The crazy part is I have written every day since I signed up for LJ Idol. I am already glad I did.
(*Edited for typos)
I let my tea steep while I brought the wash down to the basement. I realize I will need to buy more honey soon as I squeeze an estimated teaspoon directly into the cup. I pour in the last of the milk before fishing out the tea bag and stirring the whole thing. It’s bitter and just this side of warm enough to still be drinkable without being disgusting.
I contemplate going downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. That is where I normally work but Sunday is my one day off. I don’t want to go dressed like this but my laundry won’t be finished before it closes. I could go in through the back door to the kitchen. My coworkers might tease me but I won’t shock the guests/residents/weekend tourists.
I live and work in a boarding house, residence, hotel type place. There are people who have lived here for more than seven years and there are people who will only stay for a week. There are a few students who go to the art school up the block. There are a lot of young international visitors to San Francisco who will stay for only two or three months before moving on to other adventures or going home to Brazil, Germany, The Netherlands….
I once wore my painted latex elf ears during an entire dinner service. No one said anything but one of the older longtime residents started calling me Willow the next day which was cute but Willow didn't have pointy ears.
I finish my tea in a last too sweet sip from all the honey that had settled on the bottom and start another episode of Farscape. I've been sort of watching it with my father who lives on the other side of the country. I in fact have recently gotten to know him. We have a lot in common (like being sci-fi geeks) and it’s bittersweet; just the way I like my tea. I never got to know him as a child but now I get to be friends with him as an adult.
I’ve become estranged from my mother’s side of my family. They had a lot of expectations of me and I couldn't live up to any of it. I was my mother’s first child. The first granddaughter. The first to get a college degree. The first to walk away. I needed to live my life on my own terms. When I was 23 I packed one suitcase and bought a one way ticket to from New York to San Francisco. I am now one month into my 30th year. I have lost everything more than once and still I have made it here. I am self-reliant and adaptable. I have learned to trust my instincts. Like when they tell me to sign up for crazy sounding writing competitions.
The timer goes off to remind me to move my laundry from the washer to the dryer. I set the electric kettle for another cup of tea and search for my slippers. The crazy part is I have written every day since I signed up for LJ Idol. I am already glad I did.
(*Edited for typos)
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It's just so hard that my dad lives so far away now that I've gotten to know him. I spent a few months with him on the east coast last year before moving back to california.
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Dan
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(Not counting the fact that you have fancy elf ears and I don't. Still biting back jealousy.)
Looking forward to your entries - I found this entry to be very musing and dreamy. Curious to see if the rest of your writing follows suit!
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(psst: aradanicostumes.com)
What a lovely comment thank you! I look forward to reading your entries as well.
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Also, what an adorable kitten! The only thing difficult about where I live is no pets allowed and I love animals so much.
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That sounds like a fascinating place to live!
Loved the way you shared a glimpse into your life and other details so well.
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And your link text is one of my favorite poems. I named my daughter Emily. :)
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It feels a little like working on a cruise ship since there are days I end up not having to actually leave the building.
What a great namesake for your daughter to have! I love Emily Dickinson and I love how that poem is a bit of a snarky critique on celebrity that is still relevant today and it seemed appropriate somehow for this competition.
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[Coincidentally, my household just finished FARSCAPE. We do a lot of rewatches of things together.]
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[I can't believe I hadn't watched it before because I have such a strong a love for all things Henson and Froud.]
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LJ Idol Week 0: Recommendations!
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I work as a hostess/server in the dining room for breakfast and dinner. It does seem to be a pretty unique place.
As for writing I enjoy writing short stories and prose-y things but I've never had the confidence to submit anything for publication or share them with anyone really. I stumbled into writing fan fiction for awhile just for fun but even much of that stayed hidden away on my hard drive.
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And I seriously can't just go around in public without one or I get rude comments (even from other women!) like I'm being indecent when it's just a double standard.Thank you for reading and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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I knew one person out here I could stay with and and it seemed like an incredible opportunity to pass up at the time so no real reason than being young and impulsive and knowing I wanted to experience more of the world.
Thank you for reading!
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Look forward to reading more posts from you in Idol!
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Thank you!
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