Maybe this is just something that's been on my mind for a minute, but I think it's worth saying anyways.
We recently just moved out. We live alone. And people at work have actually asked us "well, isn't it kind of lonely?" And if we weren't a system, I'm sure it would be.
But there's so much love in this apartment. I step into the kitchen and see Cain's 'Worlds Best Dad' apron in the bottom drawer, Ross' wine in the fridge, Eddie's cereal on the counter, Lex's special bowls and plates, Miles' stuffed animals literally lay in giant piles on the floor in every room.
Our personal library is so diverse because we all love different books. I can laugh and joke about my obsession with collecting every FNAF novel with Toby, I know the special edition of Alice In Wonderland on our shelf is for Miles, our copies of The Hunger Games are falling apart because Cain read them so often growing up, Eddie's LOtR collection is front and center, Lex's Magicians series is mismatched paperbacks and hardcovers because she loves secondhand book stores too much to buy a new box set from Amazon.
Our closet is a clusterfuck of different styles and aesthetics, from my fuckboi jerseys and cut off tank tops to Lex's bloodstain pattern skirts to Cain's leather jacket and everything in between.
Our apartment, our home, is filled to the brim with love for each other, because we are all disasters in our own way, and we love each other regardless.
I get to walk through the door each day, lock it, and take off that mask. I get to be myself here. And it never matters who that is. Because here? We're safe to just exist and love and collect and learn.
We've never had that before.
-James
