This morning I started to send an email to the other members of the Snark Squad about all the things that I was going to to do as soon as my life settled down and I stopped living like a transient. I realized two things (1) I have been living like this for a while now -and- (2) I am actually not sure when this stops. Unstable has become the new normal in my life. Or maybe that’s not so new. How about “seriously unstable” has become the new normal?

I finally got into my new apartment yesterday, after being without one for almost a month, bouncing between an excessively generous friend, two hotels, and, you know, Morocco. But this place lasts for a month, and then I travel, and then I probably go back to my parents’ house, but then there are a few other things that I am applying for in different cities (countries..) and it’s really hard to say where I’ll be sleeping more than a few nights in advance.

For the most part, I love it. My family is in town visiting: my aunt and two cousins are here until Sunday, my mom joined the trip last minute, and my sister is here as well, staying until July 15th. Having them here, seeing my life’s principle source of stability in the flesh, is wonderful and comforting and lovely and it reminds me that stability can be a good and wonderful thing. It also reassures me; it reminds me that I can do “seriously unstable” and that for as long as I am comfortable with it and capable of pulling it off, I kind of (really) want to keep going.

Not that this has stopped me from making endless jokes about my state of faux-homelessness, or using it as my go-to excuse for anything that I don’t feel like doing.

“Oh, we need a find a time to meet? Right, well, I don’t have an apartment, so I’m going to need you to completely bend to my schedule, k thanks.”

Over at the aforementioned Snark Squad, we have developed something of a running list of excuses to get out of plans with people that you don’t want to hang out with. “I can’t, I’m washing my hair” became “I can’t, I’m shaving my hands,” (thank you, Goosebumps!) which has most recently led to, “I can’t, I’m washing the murder out of my hair.” (thank you, Nancy Drew) I now get to add, “CAN’T, I’M HOMELESS!” to my list. Or I did. I guess have to take it off now?

ANYWAY, the point is that this post doesn’t entirely have a point, because I am kind of a hot disaster of not-really-a-person right now, but in a super classy way because I’ve been a non-real person who runs off to Morocco for weeks, sleeps on a cot at the Westin-Vendome, and picnics with her family in front of the Eiffel Tower. NBD, y’all! NBD.

Oh, also, we’re pretty much done with that NGO video project, wherein many hours of footage from running up and down the medina was reduced to just under four minutes and all we could think was, “YOU HAVE NO IDEA, PEOPLE WHO WILL MAYBE SOMEDAY WATCH THIS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA.” Unfortunately, we still have a few more edits to make, so I leave you instead with this big ball of pointless that was my Monday video for The Expat Chronicles. Speaking of, the lovely Emily, who is our Wednesday, is leaving us, so if you’re currently living abroad (or soon-to-be living abroad, as Brittany and Rhiannon are) and feel like making an ass of yourself on camera once a week, let us know!

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