The Littlest Things

Sometimes I take for granted my city and how close I live to the house. I literally live at the other end of Mass Ave away from Cambridge so a walk to work normally takes 30 minutes or a 10 minute bus ride on the #1. So I’ve done this walk only once this semester and of course I did not sit down at all while at work which was my own fault. I keep forgetting to take a break to actually sit and stretch my muscles instead of just walking around the block to get a coffee. So the point to all of that was sweet house manager Sammy has felt bad and decided to give me this wonderful present: a stool. Of course the moment I posted this picture on Facebook all of my same generation friends came out of the woodwork to make fun of me but whatever. They all have cushy jobs sitting on their asses, typing on computers, taking phone calls, blah blah blah. The office environment I was very happy to be kicked out of. It’s about comfort but this also forces me to BE comfortable. Maybe even comforted as sometimes I just need to sit down and take in the whole scene. This stool will get engraved with the frat’s Greek letters and I’ll probably sharpie my name onto the bottom of the seat. Just be warned, people. I will kick butt if someone messes with my new throne. We’ll have to lock it away in storage or something on my last night….