To move or not to move from.......... Life at the Gate.

Hellos, goodbyes, conversations, arguments, life…The day to day interactions among friends, foes, co-workers, your father’s workers (who cuts the grass and trims the hedges every 2 months). Somehow for me tend to all unravel at the white gates in front of my house.

Inside is a house, there I said it, a house. There is no homely family, with the prospect of getting one. It’s a landing pad for two individuals with a very busy schedule and Blackberry’s. Yes folks hate on me but I said it. Blackberry's. Now nothing is wrong with having one but come on! Talk. Have conversations.

At the gate is where I had most of my conversations. There is some unwritten rule in which we abide for three years. “No one is allowed inside”. Call me topsy turfy, but nothing is wrong with being very selective in who dusts their feet at your “homely” welcome mat. Again I will always say, I think as we grow older there should be some amendments of the rule.

Personally I don’t want to offend the person I am existing under a roof with, so therefore, sometime no one gets in here. And if someone does, you are hoping that the other person is audience to them doing  the walk of shame to the door (accompanied by you of course because you are walking with the keys) and then that embarrassing walk back to your room and the only face to face conversation that is had in the morning that ends up in an all out argument “what’s he doing in here?” Sometimes it does not end up that way but the walking on eggshells feeling of having to explain your every action is a lot to work out 4am.

I have gotten accustom to shelling the paint off of the corner of the gate and having some pretty good laughs about the reasons why we could not go inside. The excuses were slowly deteriorating into jokes about how weird we are….. 

We have no TV ....

We have no drinks in the fridge ...

The only seating area is my bed and that’s a no no ...

Oh gosh I am so sleepy (7pm)...

Its so hot in there...

Nice sky aint it…..yawn…. ah…. I am gonna hit the sack… thanks for the food…. Good Night….

Yup in a nut shell that was about it.

I was looking back and I have done that for 3 yrs of my life.  Another year is about to end and I don’t think I can anymore. So I am looking for somewhere I can say proudly and not looking over my back, ”Pizza and wine at my place. You are bringing both, I am providing the location.” (yes the cheapness starts)

Ahh… so much to look forward to.

Got to love changes. Life is going to start at the door way for me now.. J

Saying Good bye to the gate, but the memories will be forever cherished.