The wise tortoise, always carrying her home around

dedicated to Petite
For years Jod was treating our rented flat as a temporary solution, as a place not worth investing in furniture or decorations for. One reason is that it is very large by urban standards (and quite modest by Outpost ones), so buying lots of stuff we would later have to give up did not sound like a great idea. Another reason is that well, you know, we do not like it here, so we could be out of the door and on our way back to where we came from (the West, to put it in Tolkienesque terms) any time really. A third reason we did not really want to commit ourselves to our lovely flat (four years on, I still cannot see it as ‘little’), albeit not one prominent in our minds, is that, well, it is rented, not owned.

All in all, we have been in four Outposters’ rented flats, all the other Outposters we know own their flat or house. Now, three of them had a really ‘temporary’ character about them (the fourth belongs to One of the Seven), what with their hanging bare light bulbs, their dismally naked off-white walls, their lack of curtains and all those piles of stuff leaning against the corners of the rooms — generally speaking, with their abject lack of any ‘homely’ feel. We therefore understood why our own flat is ‘so relaxing and cosy’ to many Outposters; the implicature is “… although you are actually renting it.”

The above was triggered by a hilarious election poster in the streets of the Outpost Capital. It shows a couple in virtual chiaroscuro, hugging each other against the unseen elements and some unspeakable, subtle but acutely present threat, something like a sense of despair. The blurb goes like this:

We love each other, but how are we going to start a family without owning a home?

I saw the poster, one in a series highlighting problems of ordinary, real people in the beginning of May, but only last night did I have the time to go to the right-wing party’s website in order to download it and offer it to you as a treat. Alas! Although the rest of the series is still proudly there (about drugs, taxes, crime, unemployment…), the particular poster seems to have been deprecated by now: I could find it nowhere.

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4 thoughts on “The wise tortoise, always carrying her home around

  1. It’s all about the landlord. People with good landlords are more inclined to feel like home. If you met mine you wouldn’t wonder why I never felt like home in the last year. But times have changed and now she’s dead, like Wes once told professor Farenga (a reference to Penelope, and yes, he was high at the time). Apart from this one, the other three places I rented so far felt (and looked like) home.

  2. I’ve always equated owning a house with being imprisoned. At least when you rent a place, you can just move so much easier if you feel like it. I breathed such a big sigh of relief when we sold our house in Athens because then I didn’t have to worry about living in the same place for the rest of my life. I quite like moving every couple of years. Rearranging furniture just doesn’t cut it for me when I need a change. LOL

  3. A house across the street went up for sale recently. We noticed they were having an open house yesterday so we dropped in to have a look. It was nice, but nothing special — two bedrooms, a dining room, living room, and a decent kitchen. It even had a little garden apartment downstairs. Despite having two decent incomes, we didn’t spend a whole lot more time there; the house was offered at $988,000. So, one can understand why we’re starting our family without owning a home 🙂

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