Before I left Zhenjiang for Chongqing, I thought I laid out enough dehumidifiers to prevent molding because Zhenjiang is very humid Chongqing is just hot in fact one of the five ovens in China. I didn't mind the heat during my stayChongqing it's dry, and I stay most of the times indoors. Returning to Zhenjiang, my apartment smell of mold, my couch covered in mold. After a long ride on the train, I just wanted to crash, but you can't swallow the air. Stripped the couch and wash everything and in the background the sound of the cricket in my circuit breaker. When I think of crickets, I think of Jimmy the Cricket the wise bug providing indispensable advice to Pinocchio, not a bug I want to kill. I assumed it is the mating season and why should I hate that cricket for getting some (maybe her). Usually, I need a podcast to sleep, and I sleep in the living room, not in the bedroom, my phone or wifi doesn't work back there.
Crickets sound nice outside far away from your ears as you try to sleep, it is piercing, I get up to walk over to the circuit breaker to complain to my new roommate the cricket. He stops, and I go back to sleep, get up again repeat this simple routine. Maybe I should sleep in the bedroom but why should I allow him to bully me, he is now invading my space, and he does nothing to pull his weight.
I broke down and moved to the bedroom, for two weeks he has lived in that circuit breaker, any ideas evicting the cricket from my circuit breaker would probably end in disaster.
I took a piece of mosquito coil to burn and held it near the circuit breaker. He moved deeper into the wall and ended up AC unit. Time is ticking for him the weather is dropping, and I have the AC unit on full blast.
I spent two therapy sessions discussing this I could have used that time to talk about getting back with my ex. Maybe is more about sharing space after living alone for two years and having my routine that keeps me at peace. Even when my son and nanny come and stay with me, it takes a day to adjust that I am sharing my space with another human being, My home is my fortress of solitude, I can be myself.
Finally, the cricket has moved on with his life; I wonder if I will miss him?