away

I have been at my sister's house for a good three weeks now. I can tell she's getting sick of my being here. Tonight she has a headache and pretends she's sick. As soon as I'm away, I can hear them argue in the living room... It's time I just leave, I think. I have a hotel booked for six days on the 7th. That's another two weeks form now. I don't know what to do until then. There's this sense of urgency, as usual... I have this "contact" through a roommate service. He's interested. I'm interested. I just realized it's a one bedroom apartment, probably doesn't have WiFi... I don't know what to do... I'm ready for anything. I'm ready for nothing, really. "Temporary hardships"? It's been temporary forever as far as I'm concerned. It's eleven in the evening. I wish I was outside, in a storm, in the rain, anywhere outside; I wish I could be just swept away in a gust of wind. I am in a storm, I can feel it. I imagine there are Arhats walking all around me. Only they leave no trace and my unskilled heart can't recognize them.
The present is where people are.