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| Then |
After five short months at the
house, my husband and I are now being pushed out by our persistent, and
non-paying, tenant of death, known to others as the Arizona Scorpion—ugly
little bastards with poisonous, sometimes deadly, tails.
Thinking back, we should have moved
out the day we realized there was a problem, but due to the fabulousness of the
rest of the house—the five burner stove, two offices, a soaking tub—it was
easier to hope we could pull through.
Admittedly, the stove’s fancy fifth
burner was never used—four is quite enough—and the soak tub was only used as a
shower. But I still wasn’t willing to leave my new office which screamed of
creative endeavors, and untold literary journeys.
Up and till this house my “office”
has been in several un-office-like spaces. Often living rooms, sometimes
bedrooms, various coffee shops, the bathroom once. Though, I can’t for the life
of me remember why I chose the John for that day. Point is, this office, this
space, belonged to me and my books, and I had a hard time letting it go. I knew
if I left the house, its new tenant mightn’t be pleased if I dropped by to use
the office every day.
Alas, after five months of scorpion
hunting, checking the dog’s kennel, my shoes, bed, and underwear for
scorpions—yes, underwear. I prefer my privates private and scorpion free—I
finally realized, all good things must come to an end. Especially when infested
with scorpions.
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| Now |
It is with great sorrow that I spend
my last day at this office, before my husband and I move into our new,
scorpion-free, two bedroom apartment where we will “share” the office. We’ll be
“sharing” for two days, until I find him way too annoying—as husbands
often are—and volunteer to move my desk into the living room, kitchen, or
possibly the John.
Farewell words to my office: Thanks
for the time I got with you. Hope the new tenant spills less coffee on your
carpet. Though, considering the carpet is coffee colored, I never saw a problem
with it.
Farewell words to the scorpions:
Enjoy my house, you fu**ers.
Xoxo,
Mia
