Monday, July 01, 2013

In Media Res

I celebrated Canada Day by moving from where I'd been staying with friends for a month while in between places to where I'll call home for at least the next year.

A lot has happened. It started in April when I was offered a permanent position at work and went home to realize that I would be looking for a new place to live. (My roommate was hoping to reclaim all of her space, and it was time—past time probably—for me to try and find a space of my own.) As the weeks went by and the places I applied to rent went to those who had applied earlier, my friends stepped in to offer places to stay while I looked.

While it felt like being returned to start, it was really an opportunity to realize how much has been built in the year and a half that I'd been in the city. Friends, for example, with whom I could stay. More things than could be moved in two large suitcases and a carry-on bag. I couldn't have made it without help. One day, I hope that I'll be in a position to return the favor—to pass on the place to sleep that so many others have offered to me.

No one tells you that sometimes being an adult looks like living in other people's guestrooms. It means deciding how much space you really need and making the best of it. It means asking for help and understanding that accepting it isn't a compromise or an admittance of not being able to do it yourself.

Maybe the difference between wanting to be an adult and being one is knowing that you don't have to do it all on your own.