I was opening the front door to walk in, and wall of warm air pooled around my body, then only to leak outside.This happened at exactly 7:03 on a monday evening. Mondays were probably one of the worst days. Next to saturdays and sundays. These days just don’t fit into the routine, monday is the return to normalcy, the grim reality of a life filled with headaches and chiropractor bills. Saturdays leave you the most time to think, and then sundays you just dread the coming of monday to hope for a friday. Anyway, having adjusted to the temperature change I went to leave my keys on the kitchen counter. I’ve come to find the clinks and clanks of the keys on a hard surface a relief. It’s when you know you’ve finally come home, you know? That’s even more true in my apartment, where the effect seems to be aplified with the emptiness - it’s so great, you even fill it resonate through your body. Right next to the spot I placed my keys, where I had been putting them for the past five years, there were unopened envelopes holding last month’s bills and rents. That wouldn’t do. Not like me at all. The first time in my life. But for some reason, I didn’t seem to care.
