Rescue Missions

I don't know if I should be running a fools errand, but someone wants to be rescued from a situation he doesn't like.

OK, I probably would not want to live in Angleton, TX carless as public transport to civilization (Houston) is nonexistent.  I get that.

He also did not want to leave San Diego.  Everyone who knew him said, "figure something out."

Did he?  No.

So, he is almost two years living there.  I'm pretty sure he didn't do anything to try to make it work, and that has set off alarm bells in my head.  I suspect he wants me to rescue and support him and that is something that cannot happen due to my precarious financial state.

I'll put it bluntly, after it blew up in the desert, I was glad to have Tijuana to come back to.  People know me here and I still am enamored with living in a neighborhood with a high walk score.  The fact that it is inexpensive to live here is incidental, but it does come in handy if you get hit with big expenses.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

I ask him how preparations for a return to San Diego are going?

I hear crickets.

Not good.

Let's see where we go from here.