The unhoboing

So after the Lawrence bus fiasco, I finally arrived home (to my office). It felt good to be back until I realized that I didn't have a nice bed to recover from my red eye in. I had the couch in my office. It was at this point that I realized the third problem with being a hobo.

When normal people go on vacation they love it. Change of pace. New scenery. Different lifestyle. It's all great, for about a week. Then, they wish they were at home where they are always comfortable and have their own bed to sleep in. Well, I experienced all of those feelings too, except that when I got home all there was, was a dingy couch that had been in the office for a very long time. Unfortunately, it sucks to arrive home after a long trip if you're a hobo.

It was during that sleep/nap that I decided that being homeless was no longer the life for me. Especially since sarah was going to arrive in the evening. Not that I won't still live the hobo lifestyle, don't worry, the modern hobo isn't dying. I am just sick of sleeping on couches and air mattresses.

Anyway, the day we were leaving the ski lodge I mentioned that I was homeless and Christian said that his roommates were leaving and he was looking for roommates. So, I called Christian, set up a time and the very next evening Sarah and I wandered over to his place at about 10:30pm. I took one look, and asked when I could move in. He said that he guessed that I could move in immediately, so I asked for a key and Sarah and I set off for our stuff. My first night under my own roof. Well, not my own, but I'm at least contributing money to the costs.

I have to say that living in the office was pretty brutal. I can't even imagine sleeping on the streets in the winter in toronto. I would definately hitchhike to california if that was the case.