Life moves in interesting ways.
It is bright. It is hot. Therefore, I am up, what passes for voluntarily, prior to 8:30 in the morning (and well before my alarm is set to go off). Is this a wise idea? Can't tell yet. But sleeping clearly wasn't going to happen anyway, so.
Saturday evening, after an okay but somewhat uneven day, I checked the mail and found a letter from our property management company informing us that our rent will be raised by $50 in August. Now, whatever they seem to think about the quality of life here, the truth is that while the layout is great and the location convenient, the maintenance and maintenance response time can be poor, the street outside is often decorated with syringes and/or used condoms, there are loud drunk people many nights, and the management company is showing an increasing tendency to jerk us around. All that said? Moving sucks, and so we spent Saturday night not-all-that-successfully trying not to be totally miserable.
Sunday, though, started with a trip to the river to eat french toast, swim, and, in shopmonkey's case, get a pretty hilarious sunburn. And by the time we got back from that, we weren't just hopeful; we were tentatively excited. Neither of us likes change very much-- given a satisfactory situation that will end eventually anyway, we'll just ride it out rather than go through the effort and anxiety of trying to change it sooner. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about my personal tendency to not seek out change. But that doesn't mean it's not good for us, and this is starting to feel like the universe giving us a firm nudge to do something out of necessity that we should've been doing out of possibility anyway. We've got a good friend who's been looking to rent a room in a house and has said in the past that she'd be up for living with us. If she's not interested (she's been out of town and incommunicado this weekend), we've got another friend who told us she'd be open to it. Right now, we've already got appointments to see three places--two duplexes and one standalone house(!)--all of which are in decent locations, within our price range, and would give us different options (like porches! and lawns! and, dear god, washing machines!) we don't have now.
I can't tell anything for sure right now. I don't know where we'll be living, or when we'll be moving, or even if I'll have to look for a better-paying job. All I know is, as of this morning? This feels like a good thing.
And I'll take that.
Saturday evening, after an okay but somewhat uneven day, I checked the mail and found a letter from our property management company informing us that our rent will be raised by $50 in August. Now, whatever they seem to think about the quality of life here, the truth is that while the layout is great and the location convenient, the maintenance and maintenance response time can be poor, the street outside is often decorated with syringes and/or used condoms, there are loud drunk people many nights, and the management company is showing an increasing tendency to jerk us around. All that said? Moving sucks, and so we spent Saturday night not-all-that-successfully trying not to be totally miserable.
Sunday, though, started with a trip to the river to eat french toast, swim, and, in shopmonkey's case, get a pretty hilarious sunburn. And by the time we got back from that, we weren't just hopeful; we were tentatively excited. Neither of us likes change very much-- given a satisfactory situation that will end eventually anyway, we'll just ride it out rather than go through the effort and anxiety of trying to change it sooner. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about my personal tendency to not seek out change. But that doesn't mean it's not good for us, and this is starting to feel like the universe giving us a firm nudge to do something out of necessity that we should've been doing out of possibility anyway. We've got a good friend who's been looking to rent a room in a house and has said in the past that she'd be up for living with us. If she's not interested (she's been out of town and incommunicado this weekend), we've got another friend who told us she'd be open to it. Right now, we've already got appointments to see three places--two duplexes and one standalone house(!)--all of which are in decent locations, within our price range, and would give us different options (like porches! and lawns! and, dear god, washing machines!) we don't have now.
I can't tell anything for sure right now. I don't know where we'll be living, or when we'll be moving, or even if I'll have to look for a better-paying job. All I know is, as of this morning? This feels like a good thing.
And I'll take that.