Moving in phases

So I am 100% moved out of Northridge.  I am technically speaking, homeless at the moment.  I'm sleeping on Holly and Kyle's sofa sleeper for the next two weeks until we get the keys to our new place in San Marcos.  I'm so happy to be out of the Valley...I am just not a good fit for that area, I never felt at home there.  I know it's definitely not where I am meant to be long-term and I'm so happy to have moved on!  I'm excited to see what this new adventure will hold for me, Pat, Holly and Kyle.  Things will be so drastically different, and there are endless possibilities ahead of us.  I'm anxious to start being a student full-time again and focus on improving myself.  I hope I meet souls better attuned to the spiritual/imaginative/loving/free-spirited leanings of my own soul...I hope I find family here.

Jesus Does the Dishes

We're kids building models of a world that we might wanna live in.
And sorting feelings in our stomach--is this liberation or starvation?
But have we made it anywhere at all if the dishes are never done?
If we can't live without dishwashers, how could we live without cops?
And so you're asking me, who does the dishes after the revolution?
Well, we do our own dishes now, we'll do our own dishes then.
And it's always the ones who don't who ask that fucking question.

Well I don't believe in God, but I'm also not an Atheist.
Because the universe is chaos, but chaos picks favorites.
And lately I've been thinking about how I love Jesus 

because Jesus was a dirty homeless hippie peace activist.
And he said, "Drop out and find God" to anybody who would listen.
While turning water into space bags with lowlifes and anarchists.