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Good news is I bought a new bed today. I was looking for specific one with
special features. Back on my Earth, I had one like it. I didn’t buy it myself,
but my sister did. Then she moved to another country, and couldn’t take with
her, so I got it instead. It’s not something that I would have chosen, because
I struggled with holding onto work, and didn’t have the marketable skills to
afford it. But now I’m in a different position. Now I can buy things like
this. It is really comfortable, but that’s not the reason I did it. Like I
said, sister gave it to me, so it’s just a small connection to my past. I know
it’s the same thing as being around the people that I care about, but it’s
still a small bit of home. Or it’s a reminder of it anyway. I should look for
more things like this, to make myself feel a little more comfortable, and a
little more safe. There is nothing in this world that anyone in my family is
so much as aware of. They never seen the movies you make. They have heard of
your presidents. They not study your history. I have to do my best to pretend.
If I were back there, my dad would have helped me carry this thing in, and up
the stairs. We would have bumped the wall at least once, and after four years,
he wouldn’t have able to take it anymore after occasionally passing by it when
he visited, and fix it for me. My mom would have insisted on buying my sheets
for me. I can make up these little anecdotes that never happened, but could
have, and almost feel like I’m back where I belong. It makes feel better. And
I really need it. Especially right now. I’ve spent all day cleaning and
arranging our new furniture, so I’m going to break in this new bed, and get to
bed early. I see you tomorrow, and all that.
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