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I suddenly find myself with no place to call home. I'm not talking in an emotionally tainted, metaphoric sense such as "nowhere feels like home anymore," but in the sense that I actually have no place to lay my head.

I have to be out of my apartment, as far as I can tell, right away. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck in the woods on a job, and likely won't be able to leave here for another week or two. I'm not overly concerned, as I never really took the time to even unpack at my apartment. I believe my total belongings consist of 1 futon, purchased at Walmart, 1 coffee percolator, and 1 suitcase, exploded all over my bedroom floor. The one additional item, the only one that concerns me, is my ukulele.
I don't care about anything else there--it is all expendable; my ukulele, on the other hand, I cannot let go so easily.

My roommate is going to be looking into breaking the lease, and get back to me on the details.
The good thing is that I'm not even on the lease, as I haven't had a spare chance to get it ammended yet (I took over a friends half of the apartment). I don't want to leave my roommate with a mess though, as he's a good guy (although I only met him upon moving into the apartment, and I've only been there a few days at most). Hopefully it will work out so that I can get back there before he has to leave, but it's no looking so good at the moment.

As far as looking for a new place, I couldn't be bothered at the moment. If things keep going like this, an apartment would be completely unjustifiable. On the odd occasion that I find myself not on a job, I could just stay at a hotel for the night. The only problem I forsee with that is not having a permanent address. Without an actual address, I'll doubt I'll ever be able to get healthcare set up, among other things. Oh well, I'll deal with that when it becomes an issue.