Picardy Third

We finally have a full complement of roommate/helpers at the house. Reminder to those coming in late: I live in this handicapped lawyer’s basement in Overland Park, for free rent, which requires the three of us in the basement to rotate “on” every third night. Sometimes that means dinner, sometimes cover the driver when he’s unavailable, and invariably means put him to bed and glue thy self to the baby monitor in case he calls for something. Mid-December I was screwed over by the other two dudes leaving the exact same weekend, and finally, FINALLY, we have three guys in the basement now.

Unfortunately, they keep having scheduling conflicts come up for which I cover because… I have nowhere else to go. But as the good Captain said, “Just because you’re unemployed doesn’t mean you don’t have shit to do.”

Or, in the immortal words of Eric Cartman, Respect my authoritah!

It seems like every day I’m covering something. This weekend was bad luck. I don’t even want to talk about it.

Anyway, these two guys are probably going to work out well. We get along famously (as opposed to the tools who lived here when I moved in), and we’re looking forward to putting in a Captain-esque projector screen for movies and such.

Nevertheless… I want out. I know that a piece of me will die inside every time I have to do something I shouldn’t have to do. I can’t wait to have my freedom back. First I need a well-paying job so I can afford my own place. The plan is to move in with a new roommate in a new place sometime in late summer. I hope.

I hope.

Then, maybe then, I can be in the position I expected to be in when I first moved to Kansas City seventeen months ago. I’m a little behind on establishing my routine/lifestyle.

As futile as it is, I’m always on the lookout for a potential future roommate to help me look for a place. A place I will actually enjoy living in. I’m thinking ahead.

Someday.

I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.

I hope.