Never fear (Mom!,) I did indeed get up today. Bet you thought I wouldn't after this morning's post! I even got showered, dressed, went for a walk, picked up the neighbor's mail, AND went out to return a Redbox flick and get dinner at Wegman's... have I mentioned how much I love Wegmans? And Redbox?
Seriously, I'm not really a total slacker. Every other day this week I've been up early; dressed, caffeinated, and either calling about, researching, or interviewing for jobs AND at the same time trying to find a rental house. Just 'cause I'm not working doesn't mean I can't have Saturday off too!
As an aside....Do you know how hard it is to find a rental house when you're unemployed? ha! And let me just clarify what I mean when I say"unemployed." I mean not currently working as opposed to living the "Unemployment Lifestyle" if you will- you know you know what I'm talking about.
Well, it's HARD. This week I applied for a rental house I (stupidly but helplessly) fell in love with- actually envisioning myself living there, mentally placing my furniture and artwork, figuring out what I need to buy, etc, etc, ad nauseum. Of course the smart landlord is worried- "how is this crazy girl going to pay her rent if she doesn't even have a job?" I get it, really, I would be concerned too. So, after speaking to the listing agent for the 3rd time on Friday alone, I wrote a letter explaining my situation; my desire to find a job, my determination to have something by the end of the year, that I had already been in for interviews and I've I've only been in the area for 2 weeks. I also (probably stupidly) offered to pay 3 months rent in advance... as a safety net. I mean, I could do it, it would be tight but... I think worth it. That was yesterday. Now- Saturday- and nobody is working so I have to wait 2 more days to hear anything! ARGH!
I am very fortunate in that I do currently have a place to stay- albeit it's at home with my parents- which is where I am now- but, let's face it- who wants to move back in with their parents at 36? Not me, anyway! I have much loftier dreams!I haven't lived here in almost 20 years. Sleeping in my childhood room in a twin bed and having my Mom make me dinner is just not where I need to be right now. Sorry Mom, and you know I'm exaggerating but you get the picture!
And please, nobody needs to to remind me that it makes better financial sense to stay here, rent free, save money, yada yada, but- I NEED my own space! I need a place to kick off my shoes, and leave them there. I need to be able to walk to the kitchen in my underwear, or sit on the couch and watch lame Lifetime movies at a regular volume instead of News at 6 at a deafening level.
SO, I'm looking. And I just know I will find something great soon. Because the terrible secret truth is...I'm an optimist.
Plus, I want my cat. This is SPOT.
Spotter is presently staying with some very, very good friends back in Vermont while I get everything straightened out down here. Can't have him here- my parents are allergic- and more fastidious than I. But, I miss him. He's my baby.
Later dudes.
