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| Two teens walk on a city sidewalk. One is carrying a guitar and both are carrying backpacks. |
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I just learned about this type of split living last week,
and I cannot stop thinking about it.
At first, I thought it was a prank. That, for the next
five to 15 years, every seven days, you would pack up your homework, your
athletic gear, your musical instrument, your retainer, the science project that
is one jostle from implosion, your phone/laptop/smart watch and the shoe you
have been missing for a month every single Tuesday or Thursday or Saturday and
trek over to another house sounds exhausting.
You have to remember your school ID, your wallet, your extremely expensive prescription acne cream or epi pen or cologne and other items that are too expensive to have versions for each house.
Do you ever forget your housekeys, the flashcards you
made for next week’s history test, and which house is almost out of protein powder?
Are you able to keep your power cords, phone charger, and all the other cords distributed
properly between homes or do they team up and deep couch dive together, leaving
you literally powerless?
If you move between two homes, you must have insane
packing skills and more lifehacks than an expert packing guru.
When my parents divorced, I was already 18, and the court
did not order a custody arrangement.
But, I have had two homes on multiple occasions, and I
know what it is like to go back and forth, to figure out how to focus here and
to focus there, and how to remember to pack a specific shirt here so that I can
wear it there. And I know what happens when focusing, finishing, and packing
all go wrong.
I salute all of you who live this lifestyle, and I would
love to know how you make it work.
Today, this blog recognizes and honors your life in two
places. You are true road warriors.
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