I have been housesitting full-time for over a year now and I feel so blessed that I no longer deal with landlords. Ugh! Dogs are my landlords, now. If they're happy, I have a roof over my head!
It’s both funny and harrowing how this speaks to how housing is treated as a privilege globally. I laughed out loud thinking about unfurling the rickety ladder like a sleepy spider — what a hilarious and perfect description of that hypothetical situation — and winced thinking about what we must consider compromising for the sake of a roof over our heads.
The oscillations I feel we all make as renters - between gratitude for access to shelter vs. horror at the conditions of living - constantly give me whiplash. Every time I feel sick at peeling lino and poor insulation and stuffy ventilation, I try to imagine myself as the kind of person who could be happy living in a cave with only the bare essentials. I am not that person. And the people I tend to live with are DEFINITELY not those people. Underclass, meet aspirational middle class. Aspirations which once seemed admirable are deemed delusional. Feels like there's no reconciling between the two halves.
I have been housesitting full-time for over a year now and I feel so blessed that I no longer deal with landlords. Ugh! Dogs are my landlords, now. If they're happy, I have a roof over my head!
It’s both funny and harrowing how this speaks to how housing is treated as a privilege globally. I laughed out loud thinking about unfurling the rickety ladder like a sleepy spider — what a hilarious and perfect description of that hypothetical situation — and winced thinking about what we must consider compromising for the sake of a roof over our heads.
I have to agree 🫠
Wee Willie Shelob 😭
if i was a more proactive person, I'd photoshop her with a little sleeping cap
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The oscillations I feel we all make as renters - between gratitude for access to shelter vs. horror at the conditions of living - constantly give me whiplash. Every time I feel sick at peeling lino and poor insulation and stuffy ventilation, I try to imagine myself as the kind of person who could be happy living in a cave with only the bare essentials. I am not that person. And the people I tend to live with are DEFINITELY not those people. Underclass, meet aspirational middle class. Aspirations which once seemed admirable are deemed delusional. Feels like there's no reconciling between the two halves.