A Basque in Boise

Embracing BFE

Two months later and the house is still mine, so I took it off the market. The holiday season is almost here, that time of the year when the immigrant syndrome will reach its peak as it always does, and the less stress I have the more fun for everyone. If there was something I learned at MarkMonitor was to identify the stressors in your life and zap’em. I started by quitting that company and it’s only gotten easier since then.

Thus, even with the bitter taste of disappointment, I’m looking forward to the next few days. Yesterday, before I left for work in the morning, I had a couple of minutes to spare and I could’ve loaded the dishwasher, but I looked straight at those dirty dishes and said, screw it. I turned around, left the messy sink behind, and didn’t look back. I will purposely leave clothes on the floor, crumbs in the carpet, and oil splatter on the kitchen stove. The next time I make my bed I’ll have to search on google for instructions. An impressionist version of yourself will be staring back at you from any mirror in the house.

Ahhh… Living in BFE might not be so horrible after all.

Thanks for passing by: ↓

Diana Steven Roosevelt Amaya Oxarango-Ingram Mary Ander

4 thoughts on “Embracing BFE

  1. Diana

    Hell, yeah! I’ll go and visit you (yes, whenever our schedules and the stars align) wherever you are. And you know what they say: A clean house is a sign of a wasted life.

  2. Diana

    Hell, yeah! I’ll go and visit you (yes, whenever our schedules and the stars align) wherever you are. And you know what they say: A clean house is a sign of a wasted life.

  3. Henar Chico

    My mom always said it was a sign that we were pigs, who knew she was wrong all along!

  4. Henar Chico

    My mom always said it was a sign that we were pigs, who knew she was wrong all along!

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