Goodbye condo

Tonight is my last night in my condo.  I’ve spent an enjoyable 2 and a half years here in this sleek modern man cave, with its wall of windows peering out across the treetops of the old fourth ward.  I’ve walked the length of Glen Iris, past the stoop sitters, crack dealers and scooterized church ladies to get to one of the finest breakfast places I’ve found anywhere.  And I’ve throughly indulged myself in the carefree ways of condo living while holding down a job (or two) out on the road playing music.  But all that has come to an end tonight.  I bought a house not far away from here.  And I’m going to try out the daunting world of home ownership for a while.  I’ll have a yard to mow, a roof to fret over and a new neighborhood to explore just as soon as I can move in over there.  Problem is, I’ve left myself a couple of months with no place to live.  I have renters moving into my condo in a couple of days, and renters in my new house for 2 more months.  So I’m putting everything in storage and living on the road.  Fortunately I’ll be on the road playing shows the whole time, leaving little time to feel the impact of my self imposed homelessness.