I am still alive, and for once I'm glad to be so!
HELLO I HAVE GOOD NEWS
I just signed onto the lease for the apartment I subletted over the summer! I have a small room in a fifth-floor walkup, but my new roommate is a spunky little blond ball of energy who wears workout clothes all day long and LOVES THE CLEAN THE SHIT OUT OF THINGS so though we are different souls I think it's all gonna be okay. Idk if you're aware but hot pink has become an all-consuming obsession for me, and my room is a hot pink PARADISE.
I've decided to switch from beds to hammocks for economical and back-pain reasons, and also because it's cool and takes up less space and blah blah, and my hammock isn't coming in until tomorrow, so once I've installed it and put up my posters and stuff I'm gonna post pictures of the room. And you will freak out because my room is AWESOME.
I'm gonna be in this room for at least a year! More if the landlord doesn't jack up the rent again. I'm SO happy. I haven't had a room that was actually MINE since high school! In the dorms and with my host families I was acutely aware of living on borrowed furniture and having to move out over the summer, but this room is MY actual room!
Unfortunately, rent is more than twice what I was paying sharing a room with the Connecticut Princess and the MRA, but they've been cleanly and beautifully out of my life for so long that my sanity is recovering from their influence and honestly... ugh I'm so happy.
I do think NYC is stupid, though. If it wasn't for my awesome job I would have left for less expensive shores this past month. I'll stick around until MORUSA happens (or I've hit the 2-3 year mark on this job for resume purposes) and then I gotta peace out to someplace a lot less ridiculous. I want to live in a place with more than one room, air conditioning, a little balcony, and maybe even carpeting that's alllll mine.
But for now I'm good.
Pictures by the end of the week! You will be ~*dazzled*~ by my badass room.
(Also I buried the hatchet with one Mr Dick Ponte, for those of you who remember that. It took me almost a year and a half to stop being actively mad at him for dumbass behavior. He was really excited about it, and not in a gross way. I don't respect him anymore, but we're cool. He helped me realize the full extent of my demisexuality, in any case!)
I just signed onto the lease for the apartment I subletted over the summer! I have a small room in a fifth-floor walkup, but my new roommate is a spunky little blond ball of energy who wears workout clothes all day long and LOVES THE CLEAN THE SHIT OUT OF THINGS so though we are different souls I think it's all gonna be okay. Idk if you're aware but hot pink has become an all-consuming obsession for me, and my room is a hot pink PARADISE.
I've decided to switch from beds to hammocks for economical and back-pain reasons, and also because it's cool and takes up less space and blah blah, and my hammock isn't coming in until tomorrow, so once I've installed it and put up my posters and stuff I'm gonna post pictures of the room. And you will freak out because my room is AWESOME.
I'm gonna be in this room for at least a year! More if the landlord doesn't jack up the rent again. I'm SO happy. I haven't had a room that was actually MINE since high school! In the dorms and with my host families I was acutely aware of living on borrowed furniture and having to move out over the summer, but this room is MY actual room!
Unfortunately, rent is more than twice what I was paying sharing a room with the Connecticut Princess and the MRA, but they've been cleanly and beautifully out of my life for so long that my sanity is recovering from their influence and honestly... ugh I'm so happy.
I do think NYC is stupid, though. If it wasn't for my awesome job I would have left for less expensive shores this past month. I'll stick around until MORUSA happens (or I've hit the 2-3 year mark on this job for resume purposes) and then I gotta peace out to someplace a lot less ridiculous. I want to live in a place with more than one room, air conditioning, a little balcony, and maybe even carpeting that's alllll mine.
But for now I'm good.
Pictures by the end of the week! You will be ~*dazzled*~ by my badass room.
(Also I buried the hatchet with one Mr Dick Ponte, for those of you who remember that. It took me almost a year and a half to stop being actively mad at him for dumbass behavior. He was really excited about it, and not in a gross way. I don't respect him anymore, but we're cool. He helped me realize the full extent of my demisexuality, in any case!)