The hunt for a place to sleep on an extended basis is in full swing. It’s exciting; my attitude getting into this sit-e-ation has, I think, lead to my meeting many people who are good for me to meet. Destination NoPo as some say; the neighborhood known as Humboldt. Though there are so many tough decisions to make. Solo, or con-£K¶. Then to decide between all of the wonderful options I’ve uncovered to this point. Basement room in a house of four others vs one in a house with a single mom and her eight y.o. son. A situation with more privacy and a generally higher price-tag or more sociable with a lower expense. Tough decisions because they are qualities, which possess no common denominator… no ultimately clear cipher to cancel like fractions… x/6=2/3; solve for x.
I suppose this is also the beauty of it all. There is no ultimately cut and dry answer. And so the plan is to continue. I have decisions to make and gusses to take and all I can do, is what I feel is best for me here, now given what I’ve learned and what I will experience before I’m done. Wait… what is that? Eh, geesh.
