July 8th 2009
The last couple months have been pretty strange, mostly because I know I’ll be moving but I don’t yet know where. I have a couple ideas, and some good friends have graciously offered solutions, too, but nothing definite is going to happen until late August, after I’ve gone West.
I’ve mostly been able to ignore my impending homelessness. First there were finals, then going to Wichita for a week, then packing up my parents’ things and taking a couple carloads of them to Florida. Now, I have my own belongings to take care of and dealing with the things left behind from the parental type units, making ignoring the uncertain future harder than ignoring a painful zit on my chin. And yet, I mostly do, until I get emails from The Reader, The Metro, Ticketmaster and the like, weekly reminders that I can’t plan for anything right now, that my life is in a ridiculous amount of flux. It’s quite weird, and I wonder what I’ll be like on the other side, especially if I settle somewhere completely new.
