Nowhere to Rest My Head
It's been a real long day!
I just spent most of the day looking for a place to stay, instead of revising for my remainder finals. At first, I thought I could register for summer residence at the dormitories, but alas, the cut off date for doing that have long since passed. Then, I asked my roommates what their plans were. Serenity and Christina had finished all their finals and was moving back home for the summer, before starting graduate and medical schools respectively. As for Trevor, he's moving in with his girlfriend and I don't feel right intruding on their privacy.
I then went around asking my family to see if they have room for me to kip in for the summer, but alas they didn't. Aaron, my older brother, would not be spending the summer in Toronto - he's actually spending his summer doing missionary work in Africa. A noble gesture, but it doesn't solve my residence problem (ouch, that sounded rather selfish didn't it?). My godfather has a spare room, but only for a short period of time, before his mother-in-law moves in after she gets back from hospital.
Lizzie would have offered her place, if she had a place to live in come the beginning of the month. At the end of the month, she too would be moving out of the flat she shares with her older sister. Her older sister has finished all her finals and instead of paying for the extra month (May), she is moving back to Ottawa to be with her family. The ironic thing, Lizzie was about to ask me if she could bunk with my household, because she would only stay until the fifth, before she flies to the States for her summer job. I was so desperate for a place to lay my head that I even ask Ian and Henry's (my dorm mate last year and his boyfriend) if they could let me stay in their one bedroom flat until I found a place to stay!
It was then that I realised that you had to be at least eighteen years old to sign a lease for renting an apartment or taking a room at the Y.M.C.A. without your parents' permission - darn a year shy. So, when I called my parents about my situation, they, for the first time in recent memory, agreed that I should come home for the summer.
So, at the end of this month, I would be homeless without a place to lay my head. In the end, I have no choice, but to go home for the summer - a prospect that I'm not really looking forward to. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and would love to see my siblings again, but it's not home. They made a deal with me, if I spend the summer with them they would sign a lease for an apartment of my choosing (within reason) for me to live in the upcoming year.
So, with little to do, I moved most of my stuff into my storage unit that I've been renting for awhile, where it would sit, hopefully safe, until the autumn. Fortunately, my godfather was gracious enough to allow Lizzie their guestroom and for me to kip on the couch until the end of finals, when Lizzie and I would then go our separate ways. It's not the ideal solution that I wanted, but I could live with it.
Got to jet, the household is going out for the night together - it is our last night together and we all want that time to be memorable!