So Maria finally came around at about noon on Saturday, and gave me a perfect checkout. In 30 days (according to the PDF of the BYU Housing Handbook) I should be getting my deposit back, less some money for the last month utilities.

So ever since then I’ve been homeless. I found an apartment that I previously crashed in to crash in again. The only problem is that there hasn’t been any hot water, so my shower was kind of chilly. I guess I can’t complain since I’m not really suppose to be crashing here anyway. Another disadvantage I found was that it was difficult to get the wrinkles out of my white shirt for church.

People seem to be helping me in simple ways. I got a Slurpee within an hour of being homeless. Ryan shared some milk to use with my cereal, and Carson provided the pasta for my Alfredo sauce for dinner.