The year I turned 21 I packed up all of my worldly possessions and my cats and hightailed it out of the Midwest for Boston Mass where I was sure all of my dreams would come true.
When I arrived, I moved into an old New England house broken into three apartments. The third apartment was the top two floors and it was here that I lived with several other roommates, all boys.
They were great for the most part, but they were still boys of dubious maturity levels and every April Fool’s Day I lived in abject terror of what might happen to my stuff at the hands of their nefarious imaginations.
For three years I either took April 1st off work or called in sick in order to protect my bedroom from pranks.
My anxiety level was so powerful during those years that it is a miracle I wasn’t medicated. And we’re not talking about plastic bugs hidden under pillows or fake vomit in the fridge. No way. Nothing so pedestrian.
The first year one of my three roommates left town for the weekend over April 1st. Poor fool. I watched as my other two roommates glued every item in his bedroom to the ceiling exactly above where it had been left in the room. Don’t think they didn’t try to figure out a way to put the bed and dresser up there too. And then they used packing tape and duct tape to seal the door.
It took him over an hour to cut his way inside and I promptly left the house when he walked into his brand new Alice in Wonderland bedroom theme.
One year the girl in the basement apartment discovered cherry jello powder loaded into her shower head.
One year a roommate discovered plastic wrap over the toilet bowl. After, of course.
I still wonder about the 8 foot long Burger King Pokemon banner I discovered decorating the stairwell one year.
I stood vigilant for the entire 24 hours each year, bribing my roommates out of the house or distracting them with food and pretty things. But I’m not kidding when I say I lived April 1st for three years as if psychopaths were stalking my every move.
I don’t get anxiety about writing anymore. You’d think that would be my main source, but generally I live anxiety free from day-to-day. I think back to to those three years and the guerrilla warfare and the rest of my worries pale in comparison.
How could I possibly stress about deadlines or bills when I no longer have to worry about climbing our neighbor’s tree to retrieve my bras decorating its branches like party streamers or prying my alarm clock off the ceiling with a letter opener?
Sometimes we just need a little perspective.
- Ananda bliss Blog – Gorgeous photos from Europe and a wonderful travel tale to go along with. I was particularly taken by all the food photos and that of the Topkapi Palace. I loved the photos from Istanbul. (It also immediately prompted me to play some They Might Be Giants.)
- Everything Emerald- A photographers blog! I love photography and these are very nice.
- Rapturous Randomicity- A writer with great ideas! Also, my eye immediately found on her blog roll that she reads Nathan Bransford. For the win!