Had to sell my kayak for drug money.
Well, if you consider rent a drug, as in, I am addicted to being sheltered, then yes that statement is true.
Between tuition and rent, and the necessity of shrinking my work schedule down to just 2 days a week, to accommodate an increasingly absurd amount of credit hours, we have decided to sell anything that isn’t attached to our persons, and move to a small loft close to the bus station.
Although, this sounds sad, leaving the lake condo, I believe our new endeavor will be quite sexy. I will look back on our days of cooking on a hot-plate, balanced on the back of our toilet with a fuzzy fondness, as I drink my tea from a jeweled cup given to me from the queen on my 30th birthday.
It will be like in those urban sitcoms where their places are too small so they hang out in coffee shops and have riveting conversations about politics and slutty co-workers.
So, here is my tribute to the lake, even though we do not leave till September, I have a feeling we may have an unseasonably snowy summer and I won’t get another chance to throw rocks in it.