Everything’s Eventual

It was bound to happen I guess. It seems that I always out welcome my stay in my own house if I live there long enough. That’s right, I have been officially been asked to move out by my dear old dad once again. At the very least this time he has given me enough grace period to search properly for a new residence than the last few times (where it was only a day or two). We did not argue about evolution or something a little sillier than that. Quite simply, I have worn out my welcome in this family, in this house, because I am twenty-four (and will be twenty-five) and should not be living at home. Honestly, I believe, whether this is true or only just in my head, that it is because I am not really part of the family (like the other kids). My father’s exact words were, “Michael, you just don’t fit here…” Of course this only offers a new line of inquiry, on which I am not anxious to share over the internet, so I shall digress.
Anyway, he has given me until June 15th, which is exactly six months after I graduated, to leave. No argument on my end really. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to leave this dreadful house time and time again. But I have stayed on because I know it was necessary. I have stayed on because I have not situated myself with a career yet. I did not want to move out, sign a lease, and then get a job which was located somewhere out of state. So, what do I do now (a rhetorical question)? Anyone need a roomate? he he he