Today, I woke up and realised I had outgrown this space. This space that had once served me so well. This space that was once ideal for study, research, reading, writing, and thought. This space I had spent so much time in. The moment I opened my eyes, I looked around and realised it would no longer do.
Did it really hit me so suddenly, or had I simply been putting up with it over a period of time? Who knows. What I do know, is that today I woke up and realised I had outgrown this space.
I know it’s not normal for a notice to announce emotions on top of needs, but I seek your indulgence while I do so, and promise to announce my needs more specifically after this. I really need to tell you how I feel about this whole space issue before anything else.
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I acknowledge that my physical body has a home. It is thankful for the roof over its head, pleased with the aircon that keeps it cool on hot days and the duvet that keeps it warm when the aircon gets too much. It’s well-fed, and generally quite content.
But my SOUL is homeless.
The soul with which I create, feel, and express! It cries out for an alternative space. It longs for some version of the lush greenery in which it has had the good fortune to frollic, the type of quiet surroundings that only sometimes hear a car go by… It wants to live in a place where it has the option of not being subjected to things it does not care for, mainly in the form of unwelcome thoughts and beliefs – religious people through loudspeakers, handphone owners with loud voices and the in-call volume turned up too high, car owners desperate to prove that they own an exhaust pipe…
My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees, but my soul isn’t bothered with any of that shit. It just wants enough space to roam free, spend quiet time in, and make love fearlessly. It needs to feel these emotions, in order that it may express, and then CREATE!
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Nietzsche said “Without art we would be nothing but foreground and live entirely in the spell of that perspective which makes what is closest at hand and most vulgar appear as if it were vast, and reality itself.”
And he’s right.
If I accept my current surroundings despite this morning’s epiphany, I know I will be desperately unhappy. I know I will effectively be crippling my creative processes.
So I need to find a new space. A new home.
Now you see why I needed to tell you all that? It helps put things into perspective, making this a more effective notice. If anything, I feel closer to you now that i’ve told you all that. I hope you feel the same, because if you do, you might be more inclined to help me.
Do you know/have a place that would suit my needs? I can pay rent. Not exorbitant rent, but I can pay rent. I keep a good home and i’m considerate. If you know somebody who can help, or somebody with options to offer, do contact me. Not only would you be doing me a huge favour (i’ll buy you coffee), you would also effectively be SAVING MY SOUL. How cool would that be? 
So call me: 012 2034 290
Love,
June
