I'm temporarily homeless. The plan is coming into effect nicely. From now until October 18th, I have no home. Come the 18th, I will have a home-stay to live at, but only for two weeks. Then, I will be homeless again.
I'm finding that there is something strangely relaxing about the impermanence of my situation. I have two weeks left in my home city, in this country, and then I am gone. The plan is to stay for a year. The plan is to find work and then travel. The plan is very vague. This isn't a problem for me, in part because this is exactly what I wanted, but also because I'm trying not to think too much about it.
There is also some strangeness about the circumstances of my life right now. Today, I made two large batches of soup for my ex. I said I would, as he helped me move things to storage and take things to the dump, and he really saved my ass when it needed saving. He came in for the save, so I offered my cooking skills. So, a batch of borscht and a batch of carrot, ginger, and spaghetti squash (he thought he'd bought butternut - I improvised) soup later, I am sitting in his bed. He's out, which is its own thing, and I have been lazing around for about four hours.
I received the first three seasons of Community in the mail today. I mailed them to his house, since I'm homeless. Anyway, I completely adore this show, and I am the type of person that the special features are made for. Dan Harmon discussing how and why they shot the scene the way they did? Fantastic. I care about these things. This show has a meaning for me that doesn't even make sense and I have relied heavily on its existence for the last few weeks to get me through the day. I think I will fall back on it while abroad, too.
I have nothing much else to report. Mostly I'm just playing the waiting game until I leave. Tomorrow I visit friends with a new baby, then help them with Thanksgiving. All these things I've been thinking about and planning are starting to happen, which means England will happen too, and I just find it all very strange.
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