Hey everyone! I'm making this post in hopes of finding more people to talk to.
A little about me (not the body):
I'm Ngai, he/him, 24. I'm part elf and part demon and I'm from rural Vietnam. My hobbies include hiking, crochet, crafting, houseplants, cozy games, anime, and cooking. Some of my favorite things are Epic the Musical, instant ramen (fixed up with yummy ingredients), and frogs. I am a protector, caretaker, and emotional processor in our system.
(PS my favorite EtM songs are Storm, Different Beast, and Odysseus, and I've been watching Demon Slayer, Noragami, Bofuri, and Kaiju No. 9)
I tend to be on the quieter side and get anxious often, but I'm pretty social. I have a mischievous streak and love showing people fun things, or serving them good food.
Please DM me or comment/reblog this post if we share any interests! I'm open to plurals and singlets, so long as you are an adult, run in the queer/plural/disabled social circles, and don't gatekeep or discriminate against endogenic systems. (I also run a couple of discord servers if anyone is interested :) )
Ough guys I started playing cities skylines today and uhh... I played for five hours straight.
I got my city all optimized (except for traffic, but I'm going to download some mods to help) and filled the first tile and just sat and watched for a while.
I've only seen tree frogs at the pet store before but today I saw this guy! He's so cute and now I'm heavily considering getting a frog. I'll have to do a bunch of research and bring it up to my headmates.
Geen baby...
It would also be a great excuse to make a pretty terrarium full of plants.
Very odd emotions right now. We've been cleaning our apartment for a gathering tomorrow ans I go the living room 90% clean with only three cardboard boxes in sight and it feels unreal. It does not feel like a place I live.
(Long ramble, more below cut. No TWs.)
Growing up, core rarely had help cleaning her room, so it was constantly messy with clothes and stacks of books and toys on the floor. This was not ideal, but still within the range of normality.
But then we went from a house to apartments and had to share a bedroom, and there simply was not enough space. We had nowhere to unpack boxes into. Having our belongings partially in a cardboard box in the corner became our normal. Digging through them and taping them up when they broke, finding things she thought were long gone.
Even when we moved out on our own for the first time, the room we were in was tiny and we weren't allowed to leave our things in the main space. Nothing except kitchen supplies and laundry soap were ours outside of our bedroom and bathroom. So still, we were living out of boxes. We can't share any photos from this time because our room was so cluttered.
Then... then we moved into our own place. We didn't have to compress ourself and constantly rotate our things through 10 square feet of living space. We didn't have to eat in bed and abandon crafts when they got knocked to the ground.
But, we had never had the opportunity to fully unpack our things. We were accustomed to leaving them in boxes until we needed them. So even now, almost a year later, we are still unpacking things.
However, due to the party, we had a reason to move those boxes. Make things look tidy. And it's... very odd.
It feels so open and empty. Part of that is we need a little more furniture (a swivel armchair for the book corner and a plant shelf by the porch), but also, the clutter was part of our landscape for a decade. Our whole life. We haven't lived without the presence of brown boxes in ten years.
The only time we have is when we lived with our father and his second wife. She kept the house actually clean and wouldn't have tolerated Decòr de Box. We never felt comfortable, there, though. So as I sit, looking over a clean living room, I feel on edge.
I'm sure it will pass with time. I am proud of us for working hard and all contributing to get this far. And I am excited to see the day when we throw out the very last cardboard box.
