Sunday, June 1 marks the beginning of Nomadness 2008, otherwise known as "me being homeless for an unknown period of time." The term "homeless" in English is really too broad - I much prefer the Italian senza tetto, "roofless." I'll have lots of places to stay, friends with couches, motels across America, etc. However, it may be quite some time before I have some fixed location to call "home." And I'm cool with that... for a while, anyway.
This weekend, D is taking off, and her friends (myself included) convinced her not to rent a U-Haul and drive it all the hell the way across the country with her car in tow in the days of $4+ gasoline. I think it's the best choice, but the fact that it's coming at the last minute means she's just dumping all her stuff - including things I left with her - on friends, on the VFW thrift store, and on the street. And it's not, in reality, any different to me if strangers get the $600 Serta Perfect Sleeper I bought in 2005 or if she does... but it sure feels different somehow. Anyway, another lesson in letting go, I guess.
Meanwhile, my best friend - the guy I'm counting on to be my travel buddy - has gone missing. It's not the first time... but I'm increasingly on edge.
Just how totally random is my life about to become?
30 May 2008
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I'm so happy I'm not your mother because I think I'd be nervous right now if I were.
Anyhoo, being con tetto isn't always all it's cracked up to be anyway. I did *not* say con tette, btw, although that too has its difficulties.
I'm sure your bed has found a good home and still dreams of you.
Kickass. Please to be keeping us updated.
Does this coast to coast odyssey bring you anywhere near Austin?
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