Kae takes the first hit...

... and boy is it a doozy.

Yeah, so I guess that the "life is great, life is wonderful, i'm so happy, happy-go-lucky... yadaa" posts couldn't go on forever right? My little line about rolling with the punches speaks to me now as an ironic foreshadowing.

So what happened. OK. Well, within the next week or so I have to find a new place to live. I'm not being kicked out. I didn't do anything wrong. My departure is my choice, yes. A choice I wish I didn't have to make and what good is it calling it a "choice" when in reality it's a forced situation? I could, of course, stick around but i've had the experience of living in a prison-like setting before and it is NOT FUN.

The first time was when I decided to stay with my father when my mother left. Living with my father is like walking on thin ice with steel spiked cleets on. My window was often my entrace/exit and my door was always locked.

For reasons i'll leave in an appropriate place, I can no longer live with the boys, because if I do my life will revert back to the one I left behind four years ago, but this time I live on the second floor so unless I get a ladder i'm screwed.

I have very little time, and all of the apartments around here are too rich for my blood. I don't have the moolah for a first months rent AND a security deposit. I am not so worried though. Life works itsself out, always it seems, for me. Eventually.

I'm not horribly down, other than that. Being down never did anybody any good. It's the optimism and smile that'll get me through the next few weeks, the hunt for a short-term, part-time night job and the rest of the blows that, without fail, will come my way.

I mean, c'mon, it's got to piss off whoever threw the punch to see you smile....