Evicted

Eviction Turned Adventure: The Unplanned Packing Marathon

So, Thursday Night Ride was on the agenda, and there I was, getting my bike all prepped and ready for the evening’s escapades. Just as I’m about to head out, I spot a note by my door. Barely giving it a glance – something about moving out by Friday – I chuck it inside to deal with post-ride. Ignorance is bliss, right? Especially when you’re about to hit the trails.

During the ride, I’m cracking jokes with the crew that I’ve been evicted, not knowing how true those words would soon become. Fast forward to getting home, and what was a joke turns into an all-night, grueling packing spree. The landlady wasn’t playing – she wanted everything out, fridge included. Which is kinda hilarious, considering my fridge’s usual state of emptiness.

So there I am, running on adrenaline, packing up my life. Sleep? A distant memory. But hey, there’s a silver lining – a post-work trip to Kettlehouse is on the horizon. As for moving, that’s a weekend problem. Hopefully, I’ll find a new place to call home, assuming the landlady doesn’t lay claim to my bike too. Here’s to new beginnings, fueled by beer and the unwavering support of ride buddies.