Friday, December 7, 2012
Thursdays must be my new day for personal meltdowns. Last week it was feelings of inadequacy. This week it was feelings of not belonging. Of wanting to give up. I know it stems from talks we've been having about what the next few years hold for us as far as where we'll be living. Boston will most likely be that place for a bit longer. And I am okay with that. Really, I am. But we had tentatively talked about moving back to Utah sooner than that and, after deciding we may need to stay in Boston a bit longer, I felt sort of deflated. I had been living in the When we move back to Utah... world and had sort of checked out of our life here in Boston. I know that this is a great city. It is just so far from family and friends. And, try as I might to make close friends here, it has been a tough go for me. But more on that another day.
Enough of the emotional stuff! How 'bout a funny story? We've lived in our apartment here in Boston for exactly two years. The building was brand new and many of the units were still being finished as we moved in. As we carried boxes past other doors, I noticed that a few apartments had peepholes. Ours did not. So I asked the building manager if we could have one. She said she'd get back to me and then I never heard from her and didn't bother to ask about it again.
Earlier in the week I heard a soft knock on our door and I opened it to find the building repair man standing there with drill in hand. He introduced himself and said he was there to install a peephole. Great! I said. And then this is what happened next...
Me: Come on in. I was just finishing feeding my baby some lunch.
Guy: She's cute! Alright. Now where would you like this peephole? (as he motions to the door)
Me (perplexed!): Um. In the middle?!
Guy: Okay. How high up?
Me: (still perplexed!): Isn't there a standard height for that kind of thing?
Guy: Well, how tall are you? How about right here? (pointing to a spot on the door)
Me: Sure. I guess that works.
(So he grabs a screwdriver and starts using it to measure the distance between the door. You know, to get it centered. I sort of looked at him funny...)
Guy: My tape measure is in the truck so I'm gonna just get it as centered as possible using this screwdriver.
Me: Hmmmm. Okay.
So I go into Alice's room, which is in view of the door, to change her diaper. He's drilling. He's having a hard time getting it through the solid wood. He finally gets it through. And then I hear some pounding as he puts the peephole into place. Was he using a hammer to put it in? Nope. He was using the butt of his drill. Just smashing it against the door and the newly placed peephole. He puts the finishing touches on it and then jokingly says... Whoops! I installed it backwards! Looks like you have a reverse peephole on your hands! You know, like that Seinfeld episode?! Ha. Ha. Ha.
I wanted to tell him that this whole interaction felt like a Seinfeld episode.
So he leaves and I go to the door to test out our new peephole. And it is significantly higher than the spot he pointed to before he started drilling. Like I have to get on my tiptoes to even be able to see out of it! It is five feet and six inches off the ground! Luckily the current occupants of this apartment are tall as I am 5'8" and my husband is 6'5" because if we were any shorter the peephole would be totally useless.
Hopefully the next tenants of this apartment aren't vertically challenged!