Uh...wha?
From the Never Let Yourself Get Too Happy Department (and I know I shouldn't go there, and I'm trying to keep from going there too seriously...) Just as I was puttering around the apartment tonight, busily collecting things to decorate my new office, my roommate, one hour into my birthday, let me know that she wants to move out in two months, when our lease is up. She's dissatisfied with a few things, and, as I did already know, she always just planned to stay in this arrangement a year or two.
Not that this is the end of the world, certainly not. And I shouldn't take it personally, but...I do a little. And I know I'll cool off, probably not too long from now, but right now I'm pissed because:
And then the weirdest thing of all occurred to me: The only other time I've had a staff writing job, I was forced to move at the same time then too! Just as I got the job I was breaking up with a live-in boyfriend who had become seriously badly behaved. Thus, I spent two months squatting in other people's living rooms and unfurnished houses, while simultaneously going to work with a celebrity in the most lucrative, professionally-promising arrangement I'd had thus far. It was a lot to deal with, big highs and lows coming all at the same time.
But the point is--isn't that weird??
(Only with the boyfriend, I also had the one-of-a-kind experience of being harrassed and granted a restraining order. If the universe is going to do weird repeat-y things on me, it can bloody well leave out THAT part this time.)
Not that this is the end of the world, certainly not. And I shouldn't take it personally, but...I do a little. And I know I'll cool off, probably not too long from now, but right now I'm pissed because:
- I. Hate. Moving. Period.
- I was busy being all jubilant! She interrupted my jubilant mood! Fucker.
- This makes four moves in four and a half years, none of which have been my choice. I wish to stop having to move because other people decide I have to. Jesus, it would be such a relief to be able to spend more than a year in one place, and yet it's been beyond me for half a decade.
- I was hoping that the extra money I'll be making in the minimum month and a half I'll have this staff job could go to paying off debts, planning trips, stashing away savings, and not toward replacing all the fucking furniture I got rid of when I moved in with her (thinking I'd rebuy it at a time when I'd chosen to move back out on my own. HA!).
- I don't want all the expenses I'm sharing with her to double again. Again, I was having dreams of stockpiling money. (Of course if the show continues into a second season, things'll be a lot better, financially -- I'll have the higher income over more time. I guess the universe is just going to have to let the show go on another season then, huh? :) Or at least let me stay on writing something there for that time.)
- Repeat #1
- I'm finally gotten all the people that pay me used to THIS address, now it's going to change.
- Repeat #1 yet again. Then again for good measure.
And then the weirdest thing of all occurred to me: The only other time I've had a staff writing job, I was forced to move at the same time then too! Just as I got the job I was breaking up with a live-in boyfriend who had become seriously badly behaved. Thus, I spent two months squatting in other people's living rooms and unfurnished houses, while simultaneously going to work with a celebrity in the most lucrative, professionally-promising arrangement I'd had thus far. It was a lot to deal with, big highs and lows coming all at the same time.
But the point is--isn't that weird??
(Only with the boyfriend, I also had the one-of-a-kind experience of being harrassed and granted a restraining order. If the universe is going to do weird repeat-y things on me, it can bloody well leave out THAT part this time.)