#tckawareness

Yesterday my parents took me to look at the new house that we will be living in as a family. It’s been about 6 months or so since I’ve lived with my parents anywhere and that is a big deal. That will probably be another topic in a blog post later. This house that I will soon be living in with my parents will house our furniture. Our furniture. You’re probably thinking,  “Duh, Jasmine. That’s what houses do.” No, reader. This is a huge deal. I have not slept in my own bed in about a year and 2 months. I’ve slept in other people’s beds, bunk beds, inflatable mattresses... Nothing beats sleeping in your own IKEA bed that you have had since you were 12. As a TCK, having anything longer than 3 years is a big deal.

I could go on about how I don’t feel permanent about moving to this house because my dad could get a job and we would have to move closer to that area. I was going to do so but typing those sentences about how I miss my bed got me thinking. I really don’t care where we move as long as I have my furniture with me. That really makes it feel like home. I really miss my bed and my nightstand that I got in Jordan because it looked historic and that was when I was starting to like history. I miss my dressing table with a mirror that has seen my face change over a period of 10 years.

America is obsessed with stuff. The newest stuff, the fastest stuff, the most comfortable stuff is always advertised but no new phone is going to compare to putting artifacts I’ve collected over my life time on my bookshelf I’ve had since I was little or swivel in the chair I’ve been doing so since I was five. Nothing can beat that. I can’t wait for our container to arrive with all our furniture and boxes. It’s going to be great unpacking it and putting it into an American house because it will bridge my past with my future and that’s a very promising feeling.