Finances, sweet peas, and tiredness
I am employed, and in the current economy, I am very grateful. However, deciding to be a librarian also means that I've pretty much decided I'll never be a millionaire. A few years ago, this seemed vaguely romantic, but just now, as I'm looking for a new place to rent and trying to stifle house envy, I understand why my father was disappointed when I went on to graduate school for English lit. instead of to law school.
The familiar whine - I hate moving, I hate not having a more or less permanent home base, I hate trying to find not only a decent place to live but decent landlords in this college town - is growing tiresome, even to my ears, but it's as true as it ever was.
The facts are these: our lease is up July 31st, we cannot continue to live here for another year because of the roof fiasco, and finding a space as big as we'd like (with washer/drier hook-ups and yard/garden space) for as little rent as we'd like to pay seems unlikely.
I've actually called a few places, though, and will probably hear back from them next week. It seems like too much to ask for that we could find a place with a dishwasher and a sunny spot for my rose bushes and sweet peas, but I'm putting the request out to the universe anyway.
In case the universe is actually listening, I wouldn't turn my nose up at a million dollars left to me by a mysterious benefactor, either.
The familiar whine - I hate moving, I hate not having a more or less permanent home base, I hate trying to find not only a decent place to live but decent landlords in this college town - is growing tiresome, even to my ears, but it's as true as it ever was.
The facts are these: our lease is up July 31st, we cannot continue to live here for another year because of the roof fiasco, and finding a space as big as we'd like (with washer/drier hook-ups and yard/garden space) for as little rent as we'd like to pay seems unlikely.
I've actually called a few places, though, and will probably hear back from them next week. It seems like too much to ask for that we could find a place with a dishwasher and a sunny spot for my rose bushes and sweet peas, but I'm putting the request out to the universe anyway.
In case the universe is actually listening, I wouldn't turn my nose up at a million dollars left to me by a mysterious benefactor, either.