Wednesday, February 23, 2011

My funky home. A childhood paradise, really

Ok, I live with mom and dad. I encompass 2 bedrooms, one large and one the smallest in our home to sleep and write and sometimes watch television and read and basically dwell as I see I wish to live.  Its all good and fine. I was not pleased to be returning to live with mom and dad in 2000 when I left my own autonomous living experience in Miami living on Miami Beach on Collins Avenue right on the ocean a walk that does not even involve crossing the street to the ocean.  I had a beautiful boardwalk that went some 30 blocks or so and was a human beings paradise for walking and running pleasures.  I didn't really use the beach that much in those 6 months.  It was there. I smelled it, Id watch the ocean as I walked or ran the boardwalk. We had a nice swimming pool that I must have used 6 times or so.  I loved the place as far as you may.  The inside of the condoconverted into apartment was a one bedroom somewhat dingy place though open and with a beautiful kitchen that had nice flooring and was always well light.  It was home for a bit.  Sadly I never had a funtional mezuzah.  I guess Gods presence was not that conscripted sadly.  But I did not perish.  I even painted the bathroom and bedroom doors which were prior to that a dirt covered deep grey.  It was not light enough for my eyes to smile at.  I painted it white.  It took over a week I think.  Youd think it to be a simple job.  Not the case.   I spend at least 15 hours or so on that task perhaps.  Maybe it was less. Probably.  But that said, even with my labor I never stayed past the 6-7 month mark.
So I now reside in Akron,Ohio in a formidablely beautiful neighborhood with pleasing families and as 25 mph throroughfare.  There is plenty of room to walk and as I recently did, I ran for a short distance.  Rollerblade if you like.  Go bicycling.  Akron is always my primary home.  I do like it here. I like to see familiar people at times in the grocery stores or other places.  I am used to the roads and homes and all the surroundings.  Days have been simply spend driving through my favorite venues such as Bath and the Merriman Valley and elsewhere around town where I have enjoyed some good memories.  Thats where I was in previous years as I tried to ascertain my own purpose in living as I had no employment that was going in any direction. 
So thats who I am. I live with Mom and Dad.  Its pleasant. True there may be a contest of wills once in a while.  We get along real well.   I dont get into their movie watching and they usually leave me do what I may do in my bedrooms in terms of writing, reading, or chatting or anything of the like.  I have what I want. I have the space to enjoy myself.  I have a bottle of vodka in my sisters bedroom hidden that I steal a bite from once in a while.  (well I had to be a bit R rated right?).  Just kidding. Its a life.  And soon we will have a sukkah.  I have soon to be 12 mezuzahs up in various places that I felt need to be presented.  I feel like a human being. I feel loved.  I feel useful.  I make some difference in my online and editorial activities.
I may not have the income of a first officer or a physician, but my expenses get paid even debt slowly fades.  
This is it.  This is chez ala Brenner.  This is hopefully a place I will enjoy for many long years... so I hope unless I may be so fortunate to find another in life.  I do believer there are many places I'd enjoy living, but I have the nice basement that my father and I and my brother worked on in the mid 1980s.  Its a nice place.  We really have a special lifestyle.  I would hate to lose the house in the future dare I say if I may outlive both of my parents or if they spuriously seem to wish to relocate for some unknown reason. We really dont have interests anywhere else as a family. Save for my brother in China.  I'm not planning in living in a city like Hong Kong. No go. I'm a proud home seeking American.  Israel is always a possibility, but thats to be seen if ever.   I have not even yet been a visitor. 

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