
As if I were a complete dim-wit, I hadn’t anticipated not being able to present myself to potential landlords in Oregon. What that means is that while living in California, looking for a room in Oregon was futile. When I emailed potential landlords, I got the same response from all of them:
You sound cool. Come by today and have a look at the room.
Well, I can’t exactly come take a look, I live 18 hours away by fast train.
Sorry. I can’t rent to you on that basis. Good luck.
Zoiks! So Jenifer suggested I throw an ad up to the classifieds:
Living out of state – Need room.
I had two replies. I spoke to the woman from the first email. Jenifer went to look at the place for me, and sent back some pictures. As soon as I saw the Christmas lights up in August, I knew I had found the home for me. If you click the picture, it gets bigger.
So. Dr Zen will soon be moving home. And so will I be moving home. Again. I have had so many homes, and most of those homes have been under the stars. The older I get, the more I just want one place to be. A room is fine. In an old house in Oregon where they keep their Christmas lights up year round sounds just beautiful to me.
I’ll be near Jenifer. That’s all that matters to me. And this makes me happy.
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Okay,
Father Luke