to the streets

For those of you who haven’t heard, and for those of you who have heard and yet questioned, here it is. I have had, what I feel to be, a pretty sweet living situation: two years of rent free living in my own house while the homeowners were in Italy. The last time they were home, there was some talk that they may not go back to Italy. I explained to the homeowners not to let me stand in the way of them moving back into their own house. I simply asked for advanced notification so that I would have time to find a new place to live. I got 5 days….

That was friday night. I now have only one day off between now and thursday, the day they are moving back. To their credit, they did say that we could co-exist in the same house for a short while, but I don’t really see that happening. So, I have to move the majority of my possessions tomorrow. The problem? I don’t have a clue where I am going.

Granted, I can always move back home… but I really, really don’t want to do that.

I could get an apartment… but I don’t want to sign a lease.

I could move in with my girlfriend’s parents… but that might be weird.

What I really want to do is buy a house. But I can’t find, finance, and close on a house in a mere five days, so something temporary is going to have to do… perhaps a nice tent?

For those of you that I have actually talked to about this, I want to say thank you. Offering Glenmoore and Strasburg is very sweet of you, but I don’t really want to move. I love the area where I reside and, at this point in my life, I can’t imagine making a move outside of it. So, if I may ask, please pray for this. I need an open door… and I need one soon.

(Special thanks to proviatoes for the image.  Used with permission under the creative commons license.)