Only Today...

I gave my two months moving out notice to my landlord today. I can't afford to live here and also get on top of things financially. I can't "stay and pay" as far as I can tell without giving up everything that I'm fighting for. When I lived in the stix I could still hit the city and now I'm 30 minutes away I can only drive through it on a job.

So I gave my two months, based on needing enough time to get down to NOLA for Mardi Gras, work during the day, and then maybe hit the Florida Key's afterwards. I gave two months because in April it will be warm enough to sleep in the car without the heat running. Two months to really consolidate, figure out what I'm keeping, and find a place to keep it. Two months seems about right for everyone.

Maybe even two months to find a cheaper living situation.

It will fly by. I know it because in the past it has flown by under other conditions and situations. I know time will slip by, so I have to be concious of it and stay on top of things. No slacking, or at least the slack time needs to be planned for. Time is so subjective to the observer - at 17 I had a vast ocean of options in front of me and at 35 I am searching for a trickeling brook to follow and find my way back home, wherever that will be.

I wonder if the big trick is that I'm not supposed to settle anywhere too long? Maybe for me it will always be fluid and always be moving. I do see beautiful areas and small towns that would hold a good life for someone, I'm just not sure that someone is me. I am also considering not having to deal with winter next year. This vagabond's adventure is one of the few roads still left untraveled. We'll see where it leads.