The Happy Home Hunter
TSP IS D-O-N-E!!! YIZZAH!!! I don't hafta worry about that anymore (unless I want to, which I do because I'm neurotic and that's just how it is lol). But I'm so happy that the hurdle is jumped! Next hurdle, watch out! I can't believe I'm almost down with Public Allies. So sad, but so sweet. I really loved it. How am I going to survive in the real world when there are programs like this out there? I guess I don't really have a choice after my 30th birthday...lol.
Anyway, now on to Chicago. I hate home hunting. It's one of those things just like any other. If you have connections, it's a sweet deal. Unfortunately, there are no generous uncles or stupid rich (or just plain stupid) friends who will let me freeload in my life. So I hafta actually do the leg work. It's frustrating, especially when you live half way across the country and you can't just drive out and view the place whenever you feel like. And that's not even talking about roomies! I emailed like 7 or 8 other young ladies who are looking for roomies in the program. Hopefully someone responds. If not, ugh. I really can't afford my own place. And who knows if I'll like them or not? A few of them were vegetarians. They might be of the patcholi, pushy radical type. Or the overly friendly make you want to shoot yourself type who won't quit bothering you. What if I hafta deal with an "urban" girl? LOL. Seriously, tho, a survey of basics isn't telling me anything about their politics and how they are about them, their aggression (I really don't want to live with someone who's going to hog everything and not let me get at the tv or the couch or something), their sleeping habits (I never ever ever ever ever want to live with a light sleeper or someone who claims they can't sleep without all lights and noise off), and general tolerance for different annoying habits that I have (sorry, I'll admit it - I can be very messy, I have no predictable sleeping habit, one day I'll be ok and the next I might freak out). But whatever.
Then there's the hard issue of WHERE to live. It's one thing in Bridgeport. Naturally, I'd prefer to live on the north end. It's where I grew up. And anyone would choose to live in a nicer looking area than an ugly one. But in Chicago, it may mean life or death. Lol, let me stop. But for real, it's difficult because on one hand I feel like I won't feel so scared in Chicago. And the people I'm servicing will probably be from the supposedly-bad areas, so I will most likely be there almost every day anyway helping the kids and the community. It would probably help if I felt that I had a stake in the community's betterment, as well. On the other hand, Chicago is waaaaaaay bigger than Bridgeport, so the issues are probably much bigger. I didn't see much gang activity or violence in B-port, and I'd rather I didn't see or hear it too much. I wish I could spare every child from those areas where that kind of violence is prevalent. :( The world is nasty. I don't know. It's just giving me a headache even more than job searching. At least job searching is free. Or it has been, thus far.
I'm tired. I want a new graphics card. I want to upgrade my processor (or whatever you do to your CPU). I WANT A PONY!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Actually, I don't want a pony. I just want nature to stop punching me in the womb!
Anyway, now on to Chicago. I hate home hunting. It's one of those things just like any other. If you have connections, it's a sweet deal. Unfortunately, there are no generous uncles or stupid rich (or just plain stupid) friends who will let me freeload in my life. So I hafta actually do the leg work. It's frustrating, especially when you live half way across the country and you can't just drive out and view the place whenever you feel like. And that's not even talking about roomies! I emailed like 7 or 8 other young ladies who are looking for roomies in the program. Hopefully someone responds. If not, ugh. I really can't afford my own place. And who knows if I'll like them or not? A few of them were vegetarians. They might be of the patcholi, pushy radical type. Or the overly friendly make you want to shoot yourself type who won't quit bothering you. What if I hafta deal with an "urban" girl? LOL. Seriously, tho, a survey of basics isn't telling me anything about their politics and how they are about them, their aggression (I really don't want to live with someone who's going to hog everything and not let me get at the tv or the couch or something), their sleeping habits (I never ever ever ever ever want to live with a light sleeper or someone who claims they can't sleep without all lights and noise off), and general tolerance for different annoying habits that I have (sorry, I'll admit it - I can be very messy, I have no predictable sleeping habit, one day I'll be ok and the next I might freak out). But whatever.
Then there's the hard issue of WHERE to live. It's one thing in Bridgeport. Naturally, I'd prefer to live on the north end. It's where I grew up. And anyone would choose to live in a nicer looking area than an ugly one. But in Chicago, it may mean life or death. Lol, let me stop. But for real, it's difficult because on one hand I feel like I won't feel so scared in Chicago. And the people I'm servicing will probably be from the supposedly-bad areas, so I will most likely be there almost every day anyway helping the kids and the community. It would probably help if I felt that I had a stake in the community's betterment, as well. On the other hand, Chicago is waaaaaaay bigger than Bridgeport, so the issues are probably much bigger. I didn't see much gang activity or violence in B-port, and I'd rather I didn't see or hear it too much. I wish I could spare every child from those areas where that kind of violence is prevalent. :( The world is nasty. I don't know. It's just giving me a headache even more than job searching. At least job searching is free. Or it has been, thus far.
I'm tired. I want a new graphics card. I want to upgrade my processor (or whatever you do to your CPU). I WANT A PONY!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! Actually, I don't want a pony. I just want nature to stop punching me in the womb!