The new tenants don't move in till Friday, so, as a matter of some-kind-of principle, I still have been sleeping on the floor of my empty bedroom in a sleeping bag, eating delivered pizza.
But my Dad says I cant sleep there tonight on account of the paint fumes. So, I packed up my stuff and am spending my first night as a traveling man: sleeping in my parents attic.
I spent most of the evening setting up their wifi, so that I'll have internet up here.. so I can respond to some work emails.
No Sony alarm clock. Any bed feels temporary when I'm setting my iPhone alarm to wake me up.. to drive back into the city in the morning.
It's Halloween on Thursday. I put a costume together - so I'll want to go out and do a little freelance-partying in the city. The question will be whether I find someone's couch for Thursday night, or crash on the floor of my old apartment, on the last day of my custody.
also..
from my sister: some blogger chick's take on living minimalistically.
ResposibleLivingBlog: What's Intentional Poverty?
