Having to pack up my shit, get out of the guest-house for a few days, there's visitors, my shit, my countless garage sale finds, they're everywhere...
I try to talk her out of it..."You don't want them to get too cozy or they'll want to stay on here...". She just laughs, she gets it, I've become rather transparently a pest, the uninvited guest who's stayed on just a bit too long, summer here will be busy, there will be lots of guests visiting, time to get a place. Damn. Well, not damn, it's time as well for me to start getting settled, almost 3 months already, and my interests will come along, for the moment I've gotten a little too comfortable in temporary housing, time now to pack up my shit and get going, find a place of my own, she's been more than generous and try as I might to summon up my mock indignation at being displaced I know I haven't got a leg to stand on...
"Free Man on the Land!!" I shout, I got this from an old roomate, he knew the rules..."I'm a free-man on the land!!!" but it's not working, I got 2 days, clean it all up, get out. Fuck.