Rent Hunt 2015

I'm finding myself yet again looking for a new place or a new roomie in Grand Casablanca. By the end of August, I should be out, me and my early mornings, my loud voice, my love of solitude, my fridge filled with veggies, my energetic rythm and my constantly socially flowing life.

I can't complain about my old roomie. As far as her persona has allowed her, Path' managed to put up with me for a year.  An admirable number if you knew her and knew me.

But...Then again, I don't stay with people who bear with me, specially when I feel I'm more of a poison in their life than anything else. No need for heart sewers to be filled with much filth because of me then have it explode in my face, thank you.

And I'm no one's mom, for better or worse.

One story ends. One friendship probably too.

It doesn't feel sad. I'm rather relieved and grateful: I certainly don't complain when I make magnificent new acquaintances or reconnect with old ones. I won't complain therefore about letting go people and having clean radical breakups with them.

That's all I have to say about that.

 bye-bye