Un día de eventos desafortunados: A Day of Unfortunate Events
I am somewhat resigning myself to being a gypsy the rest of my life. My friend Laurie told me today that she thinks I'm destined to become a professional house-sitter, since I never stay long enough in my own house to count. When my brother and his family moved in with me nine months ago, it was nice to not have to come home to an empty home full of broken dreams. But by the end of summer, and beginning of another school year, I needed some more space and different sleep schedule to function for my job, so I moved in with a coworker in Frenchtown for almost four months. And then, the plan was to move back into my own place...but that plan vanished like plans A-P always do in Honduras. Another friend needed someone to housesit and care for her dogs and horse for her over break, and then perhaps until her house sells after the first of the year. So, I moved out and in yesterday. Today, I got up leisurely around 8:30 or so, later than I had planned, but feeling as though I