Togshithering
I'm making an effort to write more beginning this week, and I plan to start using this journal again as the more public portion of that goal. This is a part of a larger plan to get my proverbial shit together ("togshithering"), after hovering around a year of living an extremely chaotic lifestyle primarily consisting of constant travel and living in an abandoned building.
It's tough to get organized when you live out of your car, and I am looking at various ways to change that situation as an early step in togshithering. I had recently gotten my hopes up that Daniel and Jessica would have me rent a room from them, but as it turns out will not be the case. I think they realized they enjoy the privacy to do weird shit with (or to) one another at all hours. Can't say I can criticize them, as I definitely enjoy that luxury as well. Other residence options haven't been throwing themselves at me. My hope was to find something simple and cheap that I could collect myself within for a few months without having some binding yearlong lease etc.
It would honestly be nice, and probably most beneficial at this point, for me to live alone. When I have done so in the past I have often been at my most satisfied and productive states. I like to think I am a very easy person to live with (clean and organized, bills always on time, usually not loud, fix or improve household stuff often), and I'm not necessarily opposed to living with others (although like anyone I can get annoyed at a poor housemate), but there is a nice sense of order to living alone. If something is fucked up, at least you know who is responsible.
By far the most successful roommate scenario I have had in the past was with my sister, and I often look back longingly on the two years or so we lived together. I've talked variously about joining her in Chicago, but until sitting down to write this, I have only casually considered it.
I suppose I will give that some further thought. Alternately, if anyone has any thoughts on living space, do let me know.
It's tough to get organized when you live out of your car, and I am looking at various ways to change that situation as an early step in togshithering. I had recently gotten my hopes up that Daniel and Jessica would have me rent a room from them, but as it turns out will not be the case. I think they realized they enjoy the privacy to do weird shit with (or to) one another at all hours. Can't say I can criticize them, as I definitely enjoy that luxury as well. Other residence options haven't been throwing themselves at me. My hope was to find something simple and cheap that I could collect myself within for a few months without having some binding yearlong lease etc.
It would honestly be nice, and probably most beneficial at this point, for me to live alone. When I have done so in the past I have often been at my most satisfied and productive states. I like to think I am a very easy person to live with (clean and organized, bills always on time, usually not loud, fix or improve household stuff often), and I'm not necessarily opposed to living with others (although like anyone I can get annoyed at a poor housemate), but there is a nice sense of order to living alone. If something is fucked up, at least you know who is responsible.
By far the most successful roommate scenario I have had in the past was with my sister, and I often look back longingly on the two years or so we lived together. I've talked variously about joining her in Chicago, but until sitting down to write this, I have only casually considered it.
I suppose I will give that some further thought. Alternately, if anyone has any thoughts on living space, do let me know.