It took everything I know and have to build a home. Everyone got a big comfortable bedroom with attached bath. There’s a big open space for us to celebrate occasions, a beautiful wooden staircase and a bright kitchen and dining space. Yet, last year, he decided to leave saying it’s not enough. And before I knew it, the pandemic struck everywhere. Although he visited for a “vacation” in between last year, he has ghosted me again, phone’s switched off, emails unreplied, social media blocked and address changes. One day a stranger knocked out door and asked for a room. Since there was lockdown, and we had a guest room to spare, I opened our door with a condition, “he will not make his stay permanent and he will not make contact with any of us”. Now, the stranger invited three of his friends and they have all made themselves home. I don’t know how they’ve managed to live in a guest room for this long and I am tempted to give them the bedroom left empty now. But my friends tell me not even to entertain the thought. Sometimes I can’t sleep at night for they party, reminding of what a mess I am in. Last night I almost opened the door the stranger to my bedroom, inviting him to come take over. Today I went over to their room and told them although I accept that they are here to stay for a while, I am determined not to let them get to me. That I won’t be bothered by Anxiety, Misery, Frustration and Grief again, for they are only guest in my home for now. And I am determined to bring Hope back again, no matter what it takes. #storytime #rantstory #livinginlimbo #lockdown3 #lifeduringpandemic #whenhopeleaves #fiction #storyofig #writiersofig #musing https://www.instagram.com/p/COxo-kWBX-L/?utm_medium=tumblr
