Today my roommate informed me that she has decided to sign a new lease on our apartment with my current subletter. That means that when I return from New Zealand, I will be homeless. I have spent the day with this.
But I have spent the evening with dear friends here in Aotearoa. We hiked to a secret kauri tree, watched a ring around the moon, spontaneous fireworks, and then the fire in the home-made brazier slowly die.
And I thought, these are the people you want next to you. The ones you don’t have to fight. I have spent a year fighting with a roommate because I love her too much. That’s not love. It’s selfishness dressed up like love.
So here’s to homelessness! It’s freedom. It’s independence. It’s the chance to jump and be caught.