where i live...

I’m not completely sure that I have mentioned my current living situation in any kind of remote detail. So, I guess I’ll tell you about my spectacularly wonderful existence.

I am, at this moment, ready to go to bed on my favorite futon. This futon is located in an enormous 2400 square ft house. There are 4 bedrooms, 3 full baths, and a very large loft. The loft is what everyone calls my room in the house. Honestly, I make my bed up every night (that I sleep here) and put it away every morning. A house guest, and that is really what I would call me should be a helpful presence not a hindrance. That is what I try to do.

I will never be able to express enough gratitude to my best friend and her family in this life time. This family saved my ass, they rescued me, and they became the family that I needed. I have always been around my brothers and sister, and both sets of parents, and all my grandparents, and aunts, and… lets just say that I have an enormous family. You could say that we are “tight”. They are all, with few exceptions, in NY. I am of course, here in California. I love it here. I want to and will stay here, whether or not I’m going through a tough spot.

The family consists of my best friend Stephanie, who is the closest person to me at this point in my life. She is my favorite, and we completely get each other. She understands me better than anyone else. I think that I need to write something just for her in the future.

Stephanie is also the mother of two lovely three yr old twin girls. They are identical, but they don’t seem it to me, they are both so very different. I love them. They can not do anything that isn’t cute. Even when they are screaming their heads off, all I can think is –how can you make balling beautiful- and then I ache a little because their crying, even when it’s because they aren’t getting their way. They are basically the reason why Stephanie and I got to be such great friends. I was their nanny for something like a few months. I think I loved them by the second week in their company. When I think about how much I love them, and then I think about having my own (someday), well, I am just amazed by the human heart. In all honesty, I think that I could love kids that aren’t mine as if they were. They are so easy to love. Both parents are almost crazy smart and their kids are the same way. I swear I could talk about them all day.

They have a really great daddy too. He is hilarious, super smart, and very thoughtful. He is so good to his family. They have a beautiful solid marriage. They constantly forgive each other, deal with stressful stuff in a constructive way, and are free of any kind of jealousy or mistrust. They are in love, for real, I would have to say. They have a beautiful solid marriage. It’s wonderful to know that those are out there and are possible.

Then there are Stephanie’s parents, who live in the super master deluxe suite infinity period. They have the mother of all bedrooms. They have the Mack daddy of all big ass bedrooms. I could probably live in their bathroom, it’s as Steph would say “ginormous”.
Her daddy is super de duper intelligent, and sometimes a little odd. He has all these awesome colognes, so their room always smells great. I know that he holds back from saying something to me, when I’ve been out all night, or weekend. I’m proud to be considered an adopted daughter sort of. Stephanie’s mommy is in love with soaps. No, I’m serious. She is addicted to soaps on TV, like I’m addicted to the internet multiplied by 2. She is understanding and sweet. She is also addicted to ice-cream. This makes me fat, because if I see you eating some of it, I want some too. They are both a little neurotic. It’s not a bad thing. They like the house clean, and when there are kids and 8 people (plus) living in one house, well it gets dirty. I try to clean as much as I can. I like a clean house. If I’m going to clean, I don’t half ass it, it’s fucking sterilized. I think that they like this about me. They are really great to their grand kids. They are also “yeah God”. We try not to talk about religion. I’m not anti God, or Christianity, of course that is an entirely different blog.

Downstairs there is a bedroom where Stephanie’s little sister lives. I don’t know if she’s still a teen, or 20 or something. She watches the girls while everyone is at work. She is one of the funniest people I know. She’s got that dry sort of flat humor. She basically sponges off her parents and her sister and her brother in-law. Everyone else pays all of her bills, and Stephanie pays her to watch the kids. I think not paying a penny, when you are making a dime and over 18 living with your mommy and daddy is frankly, ridiculous. I got kicked out by my daddy when I was 21 and paying the bills. Thank you, Dad. Anyway, she has this almost constant posse of various other teens, that hang out and smoke and get high and eat the food and drinks that everyone else buys. It’s pretty cool. I think I had something like that when I was a teen. I always wondered why everyone hated me and my posse when we were teens, probably the same freaking thing. I think that another reason people don’t really like teens is because they make everyone else feel so freaking old and mature and I’ve already done that. Everyone calls them the stinky teens. But Stephanie’s little sister is super cool, like her big sister, only you know… 19 or 20 or something. She’s completely into music, and keeps us up to date on what is new and what is good.

I live on my futon in the large loft area. There is a computer, a TV, and my little fan that I can’t sleep without. So, this has been my home since I left my super luxury 2 bedroom, 2 bath apartment, that my soon to be ex-husband wouldn’t move out of. That’s when Stephanie and her family offered me a place in their home, hence, the rescuing of Ruth.
Since the beginning of March, I have lived with this family. I can’t even tell you how good it’s been for me. Just being around this family, and feeling like a part of it, well, I get emotional. I’m moving out on the 20th, and I’m going to miss living with my best friend and her family. Thinking about it makes me sad. I love them. I have a good feeling that I will be visiting regularly.

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