Santa Barbara: Week Four

I drove down this past weekend to clean up and pass off my apartment to the subletters. I spent quite a bit of time and energy hammering out the details and drafting the sublease. It was weird to deal with the "real world" while at the monastery. But I'm glad that everything worked out. The subletters seem like really nice people, and even my landlady was happy with them. They were even considerate enough to bring a bottle of wine when we met in person for the first time. I can travel now knowing that my apartment is in good hands.

So it's official: I'm now unemployed and homeless. Walk-in closet, I'll miss you most of all.