Sunday 4 August 2013

He'll huff and he'll puff...

My house is built on unsteady ground; I can go through every room sorting out the stuff I no longer need, making everything look neater and seem more organised but where does that stuff I no longer need go when I throw it away? There are things in boxes I haven't even looked at for years but still I carry them around (with me or as protection?) feeling they are important to me in some way and that I will regret it if I discard them. I store these possessions in my outhouse and promise myself that one day I will sort it all out and use the room for something productive such as art or meditation but I moved in here two years ago and I still haven't made a start on it. I spend time making the other rooms look nice and feel homely – I am rather house-proud. Things break every now and then and it always takes me a while to bother sorting them out, take the shower hose for example – it has been damaged for weeks and weeks now but because it still seems to be working all right I haven't felt any urgency in getting it sorted, what is likely to happen is that I won't do anything about it until it is no longer possible for me to have a shower. Does it really matter if my shower works properly or not when my house is at risk of subsidence anyway? It seems like only a matter of time before the foundations give way and my home crumbles and is engulfed by earth and water. Now is the time for me to gather my things together: all the essentials I need to start again and not forgetting those valuable trinkets I am undeniably attached to that show something of my character. This house needs to be emptied and raised to the ground, I need to find myself a new steadier plot of land and with added support from new materials I will salvage the good bits from the old house and build myself a stronger more unshakable house that the big bad wolf can never blow down.