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hail to the coop

Riley "The Coop" Cooper is in town, along with four others. Together they are a rag-tag, yet entertaining band of travelers. In order to prove how entertaining they are, they took me to my very first rap show last night. "Surely not!" you might say. "But isn't that a Monday night?" you might add. Yes. And yes. But it got over early...because it was all ages! Yeah, the only thing scarier than under-age hipsters is under-age hip-hopsters (or whatever the hell they're called, it wasn't hip-hop, but I couldn't resist the term.)

Also, they're all sleeping on my floor. I live in a studio. There have never before been six people standing in my apartment at a time, let alone sleeping. It's fun, it's like camping. Without bugs.

The downside of this whole thing is what it's doing to my brain. They've been on the road for the last three months and still have a month to go before they get back to Chicago and then, who knows. They're all totally free, without anchor, at this point. I was in that spot for about two weeks after I graduated from Trinity. Then I chose Seattle, and that was it. Now I'm here, and any movement will take a lot of advanced planning and informed decisions. I stopped being able to fly by the seat of my pants much earlier than I would have liked. Still, I'm torn. I love having my own apartment and knowing that I can pay rent next month, but I can't tell if that out-weighs my love for spontaneity and adventure and all that jazz.

So I guess my next step on this crazy path will have to be a car. It's something to work toward and eventually it could be just that freedom that I'm looking for. Maybe. We'll see.