1 post tagged “leaving on a jet plane”
I have definitely been copping out of honest posts in the past week or two for various reasons. My ADD is pretty much in overdrive, meaning that even right now as I sit here with a concerted effort in mind to just write it out, my mind is three activities and subject matters ahead of my fingers.
Some fabulous and ridiculous things* happened this weekend, but all in all it resulted in a tremendous boost to my overall happiness. The weekend's mission was not necessarily to find an apartment so much as it was to check out the housing market, really get a feel for what was going to be possible and what just wasn't. And, sure, take into consideration that I'm a jumper, so I could foresee me just signing the lease of the first place we looked at, no questions. I'm just that girl - I don't like wasting time and I know what I want (for the most part), plus I'm not that hard to please. (On a side note, that totally seemed like something you would put on an ad for a dating site. I digress.) Long story short, the guy who is going to be my roommate pulled some seriously irresponsible bs regarding an apartment we had semi-decided on getting and I realized that just living with him was going to be an exercise in futility. I love the guy (gay best friend) on that next level, but he's just the epitome of irresponsible (e.g. he owes his roommate for six months of rent at this point .. not a good omen, friends). He's never cleaned the bathroom or the kitchen or anything at his current place, and as far as I can tell, he hasn't yet gotten a rent check in on time (even though all the money is coming from his father who just happens to be loaded). He has no concept of money or how it works, and, to be completely honest, I can't see him faring too well in his new job because he doesn't understand that you can't take days off when you feel like it or you can't go out drinking every night. What I'm getting at is that a few months ago I was in a relationship where I was like two feet away from being a step-mother and it pretty much solidified the fact that I have no desire to play mom. Ever. Especially to a grown-ass man.
Either way, I figured something out. A friend is leaving his hella cheap place for England in August, so I'll basically crash in his living room for a week in June, sublet somewhere for July and the first two weeks of August, then move back into that living room to help him move and to move my boxes up from his basement/ to paint / to decorate .. his (male) roommates will be chill with me actually cleaning and decorating the place for the first time in the two years they have lived there (they have an entire living room they don't utilize because they never felt like putting furniture in it), and I'm certainly willing to throw down some money to make my home feel like an actual home.
Other than that, I've gotten the job thing 90% figured out, met up with some friends who will be living in a similar area to me, and really just kinda got the vibe back about living in the city. I'm basically on countdown mode, and I'm hoping to just spend the next several weeks filling boxes and selling things I don't need and moving things on the weekends. Grad classes start in a little less than a month and so here I am, just waiting for the word go on my transition.
*Note to self: research the suffix -lous
