In a couple of months, I have to be out of the house my grandparents
own. My grandparents are in their 80’s, their health is
deteriorating, and insurance on the house keeps going up every year.
I’ve been looking at apartments, houses, and duplexes—even motor
homes!
Now, I have only one question… Are these places made of minerals
that were plucked from the center of the earth, magically transported
to the heavens, where they were encased in gold by the Gods?
Everything is so expensive and none of the places I looked at
appeared to be worth it! I thought of buying a used van outright and
converting it, but I’m not that handy. I mean, how do you build a
shitter in a van without a bunch of shit leaking out?
I can’t handle the degrading monotony of working nine to five—I’m
neurotic, misanthropic, and I never sleep. I can’t handle spending
most of my life in a place that makes me suicidal, I know myself well
enough to know that I just wouldn’t last very long, especially when
it’s only to pay for some $1200 roach orgy.
I’m not without a plan, but I do know that things never work out
accordingly, the only thing that scares me is the uncertainty.
My plan is to get a car, take on more dog walks, house sits, and drop
in visits; continue to work on my writing, and travel as much as
possible—then see where I end up… Who knows? Maybe I’ll die!!!
