It's spring. The grass is finally green. There are flowers blooming and the lilacs are just about to burst forth in their moment of glory. The long weekend was rainy but that gave me time to work on cleaning out closets. I can now report that my closets are absolutely immaculate but the rest of my apartment looks like a landfill vomited on it. I've always found it sort of ironic that "cleaning" often involves making a bigger mess of things. I kind of feel like that analogy translates into every aspect of my life... but non-metaphorically... I did manage to throw away 6 bags of crap, consign 3 bags of cloths, and make an appointment to consign 2 boxes of books. And my room is the cleanest it's been since I moved in two years ago. I moved all the furniture and somehow I love my room more than I ever have. My lease is up in 5 weeks and my land lady apparently requires 30 days notice if I decide to move out or sign another year lease so that leaves me until the end of the week to decide what in the hell I want to do with myself. I'm sending four job applications to Denver this week and I actually stand a good chance of getting at at least an interview for at least two of them. I'm thinking I might actually get out of here. I know I've been saying that for *checks watch* at least 2 years now... but the time seems right now. I don't think I can handle the thought of signing another year long lease. My land lady is getting increasingly crazy and she plans on replacing the carpet soon. That would mean moving out and I refuse to move all my shit out for just a few days. If I'm moving this junk then I am going to make it worthwhile. Things are actually pretty good with the Czech since the unexpected breakup. I helped him move into his house this weekend and things felt... well... they felt the same. Nothing changed except now we have a sort of a hands off rule. That's a relief since I enjoyed his friendship. He's offered me his spare bedroom. I'm contemplating the idea.
Pros:
I could save money on rent.
I could leave any time if I get a new job or find a better place.
I sort of miss having a roommate.
We get along well.
He's great with my crazy ass dog.
Cons:
Potential weirdness if either one of us starts dating someone.
I've lived alone for over 2 years and he's lived alone for longer so that would take some adjustment.
I'm not sure I like the idea of renting from a friend.
I might have to put some of my junk into storage.
Anyway... I'll think about that. For the one billionth time... I've asked myself what I want and for the one billionth time I don't really know. I do know I'm ready for something new and that's more of a starting point than I've had in years. Things could start getting messy soon.
Well, it's my bed time. I need to get to work early so I can leave early for my yoga class.
Obsession of the night:
Daylight by Matt and Kim, enjoy!
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