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My bathroom. The floor's filthy from all the dirt I constantly drag in. We work with garbage, after all. For 11 months, this bathroom didn't even have a door, and the plumbing often malfunctions, thanks to an inept plumber my brother-in-law hired. When there's no water, I use the red bucket to get some from 90 yards away. Whatever, I just work here.

For all of my stress on belonging and rootedness, I actually enjoy transient places. My nomad instinct constantly surges.



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