moving
You know what stresses me out more then anything? MOVING.
I am about to be homeless and it is doing nothing positive for my mental health.
I cannot find a place to live in this god forsaken town that is less than $1400 a month. If it is affordable then it appears on the BEDBUG registry and I am NOT doing that thankyouverymuch. On top of that, the very idea of having to go through my "stuff" and purge just about causes me a complete anxiety attack. I do not have time for this nor the desire for this.
Last week I was in that horrible place where you are so paralyzed with busyness, overdue projects, and overwhelmedness with all that needs to be accomplished that I just thought to myself that I need to get out of here!
Housing is so important. I don't know what to do. I know I need to tweak my expectations but this is really, really, hard. I don't want to live in a basement. I don't want to have to sell all my stuff and move into a communal Roomate house, I don't want to rent a room from some random. I should be well beyond this bullshit at 31.
I am just so disappointed. I told myself that my next move was going to be into a place that I owned. How's that goal coming along Anna?? Where's my downpayment? Oh - that's right - I spent it on concerts, cab rides, vodka and trips to Europe and Vegas. Not that I would take any of those experiences back, but I have to take a serious inventory of my goals and decide what they really are. I love living in Toronto and I think at this time in my life it offers me what I need and want, but it's a harsh place to make any kind of progress. whine whine whine. fml.
I am about to be homeless and it is doing nothing positive for my mental health.
I cannot find a place to live in this god forsaken town that is less than $1400 a month. If it is affordable then it appears on the BEDBUG registry and I am NOT doing that thankyouverymuch. On top of that, the very idea of having to go through my "stuff" and purge just about causes me a complete anxiety attack. I do not have time for this nor the desire for this.
Last week I was in that horrible place where you are so paralyzed with busyness, overdue projects, and overwhelmedness with all that needs to be accomplished that I just thought to myself that I need to get out of here!
Housing is so important. I don't know what to do. I know I need to tweak my expectations but this is really, really, hard. I don't want to live in a basement. I don't want to have to sell all my stuff and move into a communal Roomate house, I don't want to rent a room from some random. I should be well beyond this bullshit at 31.
I am just so disappointed. I told myself that my next move was going to be into a place that I owned. How's that goal coming along Anna?? Where's my downpayment? Oh - that's right - I spent it on concerts, cab rides, vodka and trips to Europe and Vegas. Not that I would take any of those experiences back, but I have to take a serious inventory of my goals and decide what they really are. I love living in Toronto and I think at this time in my life it offers me what I need and want, but it's a harsh place to make any kind of progress. whine whine whine. fml.