find a new place to live

I’ll sure miss your house, M! Thanks for all you did for us.

I moved a large portion of my things into the new place this afternoon. My BOYfriend will finish up most of it tomorrow, and I’ll grab the last of the stuff tomorrow evening after class. I have a new home.

I met one of the housemates. He’s quite different from me – probably not going to be my new best friend – but he seems alright to share a house with.

I went shopping a bit this afternoon for the things I’ll need in my new home. Dish soap and sponges, laundry detergent, new toothbrushes. The kind of stuff that makes a place feel more like a home than a place to crash.

So even though I’m writing this from M’s house (my last night here), I’ll count myself successful on this goal.

Thanks for the cheering!

I’m working all day five days and going to school much of the night three days, and babysitting one evening per week … so I thought I wasn’t going to have any time to do any moving of stuff before we entered into Marchness. But then serendipity struck: today’s work day is a few hours shorter than usual: I have three hours this afternoon to transport stuff across town. I should be able to move all my things in that time period. My BOYfriend has got more to move, but he’s also got a looser schedule to do it all in.

M, do not fret. You’ll be rid of us soon.

We get keys today.

With less than a week to go before the kick-out date, there has been a new development in my search for a new place to live. My BOYfriend and I called a place we saw on
craigslist and even though it’s not exactly where I’d like to live, it’s pretty close and the price is right and we don’t have to sign a lease and it even has a pool.

I was starting to get a little excited by the idea of trying out an alternate living arangement, and this set up is the epitome of straight ahead, but I’m perfectly fine with that. I was just trying to be open to everything; I have no complaints with what I’ve found for my new home.

I’ve called a few places regarding rooms, with limited success. Blah, blah, blah.

But lately I’ve been much more focused on alterate options.

I’m of a different mind about living for the next few months with the BOYfriend. As much as I can see virtues in spending some time in my OWN living space, it’s not so necessary as the effort and life-disruption it would casue. I’m ok with remaining in close proximity to him.

So together we’ve been looking into alternatives. I’m all up for squatting in the place we were living before this one (which is currently unoccupied and has been for some time), but he’s not so interested in that idea. Too bad; sounds like an adventure. Another option is renting out a studio-ONLY space and then using it as an apartment. It would mean a very alternate life – no bathing or cooking facilities – but between our two creative minds I’m sure we could salvage something of a normal life out of it. If we get caught and kicked out, then we’re in no different position than we are now.

BTW, M: if we go with option no. 2 (above), this is SUPER SECRET, meaning even you don’t know about it. In fact, expect me to tell you that we’re going with a different option and you must feign total belief!

My fellow and I are both currently living with my friend. For reasons that are too complicated to explain here, but that are not at all drama-infused, it was originally decided that he would stay here and I would move on. Then yesterday my friend informed us that we both should go at the end of the month.

I’m frustrated by this because it means that it makes the most sense for us to move out together. I was kind of looking forward to the independence. I know I can still have that – all I have to do is say “I want to find a place to live on my own,” but saying this involves a more aggressive split than what I want. I just wanted some space without having to voice my desire for separation.

Moving out together would mean that the avenues I have been exploring for new living situations are no longer useful. I don’t imagine we’ll find a place with a room for rent that’s interested in two people occupying the room. I’m having enough trouble finding a place for just me.

So I’m a little down.

But the upside is that his mom wants us to move in to her place. I actually like his mom quite a bit, and she cooks really good Mexican food so it would be convenient to pursue another of my goals, and we wouldn’t be asked to pay rent, so saving money is quite possible. Even if this situation is only temporary, it takes away the troublesome deadline that I’m now faced with.

So I’m trying to see my glass as half full right now.

I went to a home yesterday evening and met a couple of the folks who live there and got a tour. It’s not an ideal situation, but the people are very nice; I was comfortable talking with them and I felt that they liked me. This afternoon I have another such appointment.

So strange to meet someone and chat with them for a little bit and from that determine if we are compatable to live together for several months.

I made a few phone calls and sent out a few emails in response to craigslist ads for rooms for rent. I attempted to respond to 7 or 8 ads, but I only recieved one call back. That was frustrating.

The fellow that called back has a home a little too far to the outskirts of town for my liking, and the rent is a little higher than I’m hoping to pay. I’ll go on Tuesday and check it out, though; that doesn’t commit me to anything. Plus, with the infrequency of call backs that I’m experiencing, I’m beginning to feel like a begger not a chooser.

I love the idea of having a place all to myself. But the looking around and calling around and clicking around that I’ve done so far has shown me that such an indulgence means I’ll have to pay more than I can really afford and get very little more than my privacy in return.

I’d consider it if I was looking for something semi-permanent, but really I just need a home for a couple of months. March, April, May, half of June. So now I’m leaning much more toward the option of renting a room in a shared home. This has the advantage of not requiring I acquire more things – kitchenware and furnature will be provided in such a situation. Maybe I’ll meet some awesome people, maybe I’ll find that I’m living among a bunch of weird-o’s. In the latter case, I just move again. I have so few belongings lately that moving is a cinch. And I’m feeling up for a little adventure.

So now it’s a matter of calling around and looking at places and convincing people that they should trust me with complete access to their home.