House, Home and Homelessness has been on my mind and heart lately... There are Jays @jmhayleypoetry lives over at The House... I happened across a post by @therebelpoet_ where he touches on the topic of house and home.... I’ve also become involved with a great cause created by Jared from @forget_it42 - Food & Thought -which personally hands out food to the homeless along with inspirational quotes/encouraging words from writers.. it is a fabulous initiative. If you’d like to contribute your words please send them his way. I’m happy to be bringing this into Canada 🇨🇦❤️... And my own thoughts on house and home
Pt 2: ...as I walked up the steps, I tripped and stuttered stepped into the kitchen. I looked back to make sure it wasn’t my clumsiness, but surely a booby trap that befell me—there was just that last step, no excuse for my sloppiness other than nerves.
As if I was channeling Bridget Jones, I turned around and There. He. Was, staring at me. I was embarrassed. You see, the embarrassment wasn’t as much about me falling, but that I had done it alone. There was no one to giggle about it with. There was no one to play off of—just me. Before I could make a joke, he said “hi.” I knew who he was. In my mind, he was one of those guys that everyone in our massive and eerily small LA gay community wanted. I said “hi.” Honestly, I was so taken aback that I was surprised I knew how to pronounce any words. For the next few moments, I was barely fluent in English. It felt like I had just serendipitously fallen off the momentum of my life at just the right time, onto your platform, his platform, into a new direction. Wasn’t it inevitable, that going to this party, all by my lonesome, awkwardly waddling into the kitchen for food would lead me to him.
All we said was our names as we squeezed passed each other in the narrow kitchen with smiles on our face. I wouldn’t get your number, you wouldn’t ask for mine. It was just nice to have a flirtatious moment after I fell toward a handsome stranger. Wasn’t it inevitable that you’d find me on Facebook and that our first date would be sushi and that we’d talk about all the things that mattered, right then and there. We’d talk about our rough childhoods, past heartbreaks, our thoughts on God, allowing ourselves to be exactly who we were. We rocketed toward meant-to-be-together.
I found out who you wanted me to be very quickly, and I became that. I put away the expansion of my life so that I could fit into yours, and in doing so, I gave you permission for us to be all you. I fought, at times, I threw fits and then asked for forgiveness... .