I just moved my pc station from my bedroom to my kitchen.
Such a phrase explains how well off, and how alone, I am. Visually, I prefer the imagery of the black ethernet cable running through the corridor that connects the two rooms.
If it was winter, when the sun goes down early and I come back to a dark house because it would be a waste to illuminate empty rooms, when outside is as cold as I come back to a cold house because it would be a waste to warm empty rooms, this imagery would be a lot stronger.
Last summer I moved from the kitchen to my bedroom. I had dreams of getting my life together. I don't know why, but turning 34 from 33 was really a big impact. Maybe I thought, wow I outlived Christ, or my brain realized that 34 was more than a third of 100.
Anyway, I thought I was going to get my life together. Bought a new pc, I bought the components and built it myself. Kinda got scammed on the motherboard but oh well, at least I did it myself.
I thought that was the first step towards something bigger. I wanted the kitchen free and proper in case someone were to came. It was a family around the hearth concept, I think.
Alas, after almost a year later, I am back where I started. I think this is why I moved back the pc, I wanted a physical representation of my failure.
Actually, I didn't move back exactly. The pc used to be on the kitchen table (yeah, I know) but now it's on a separate table. Progress, I guess?
