stabbing folks with my hobo knife...
just got back from my three days a week in provo. man i am a HOBO! i get there on the bus early in the morning on tuesdays and leave late in the evening on thursdays. i have certain on campus places to nap, certain locations on with microwaves. i know from where i can steal plastic forks and napkins, which bathrooms i can brush my teeth in and which have room to change my clothes.
i spend my nights either at my friend hannah's, crashed on the couch, or i walk a mile to grandma's where i crash, fully clothed with coat and scarf and hat to keep out the cold, on a mattress in the middle of the front room (provided the five boys who live there aren't up watching a movie), not caring about the spiders and mice. i walk everywhere. i carry my food and clothes with me. sometimes my professors bring me food. i go days without showering (i used to shower at grandma's but someone took my towel and now i can't find it). yesterday i taught my students with frizzy hair, mismatched clothes, and only wearing one dangly earring...i probably looked insane.
its not so bad though...i have a feeling this is going to be one of those life periods i look back on and say "aw wasn't that fun?" even though its pretty cold and greasy now. and it makes coming home just that much nicer.
but now i am home. and guess what? the kitty crawled into my mom's heart on little cat paws and she asked me to not give it away to the nice hippy man. poor hippy man. oh well there are plenty of other kitties out there who need homes. so now she's delightedly tearing up and down the hall, jumping at shadows, and staying indefinitely. yay!
3 comments:
I require kitty pictures
You're a cute little nomad.
hobo life!
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