Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Plan B

I became homeless in November, as I have many times before, by moving out of a suite and not moving into a new one. Luckily I have a lot of close friends, and being homeless during school and exams worked out well. For most of November I stayed with the two cutest sisters in Vancouver (still not sure how this plan got demoted to 'B'), who of course refused any sort of payment or compensation for wrecking their previously very nice couch.

I also stayed with Tim for two weeks, which was no small inconvenience for him. He took my laundry over to his grandmother's house to be washed, and missed one of my socks in the dryer. His grandmother found the very feminine looking sock, and called him immediately. Tim, not wanting to explain the situation, and assuming she would soon forget about it, told his grandmother that he didn't know where it came from, and must belong to some other family member. She then proceeded to call and question every member of Tim's extended family.

Since then I've been staying with my good friends Rory and Adam, who have provided me with a bed and a home, and have also extended several invitations to Christmas parties and family dinners. I've been invited to so many parties, dinners and brunches that I haven't had to buy groceries in nearly two weeks, yet have eaten enough that a normal person would have become ashamed or bulimic.

An older relative once told me that you get out of friendships what you put into them. With two months room and board as evidence, I think we can all agree that I must be one hell of a great friend.