Doing It Again
I expected to live in my current apartment for at least two years. Then Kayla bailed and I wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out here. Corvallis is nice, but not nice enough for its price tag, justified only by the presence of OSU. But I am no longer a college student. I am an adventurer, and I am happy to say I have reached the end of my lease. It lasted just as long as it had to for me to learn a few things about Oregon, and now it is time to go.
I must admit, however, that I find my current situation frighteningly familiar. As homelessness approaches I realize that I am in Oregon waiting for a girl on the other side of the country to come and live with me. Last time it didn't exactly go according to plan, so forgive me for feeling a bit uneasy about this whole thing.
And there it is: a light in the attic. I know I tell people that I look forward to being homeless for a while, that I hate the idea of trying to find a job and a place to live in Bend ahead of schedule, but perhaps I have put it off in order to convince myself that my girlfriend is truly in it to win it with me. Last year I did all the work. I drove across the country with no home to move into and no job, got set up on my own, and presented my girl with a nice two-bedroom apartment as soon as she stepped off the plane. This time I'm making sure my girl is invested enough in this adventure to go through it with me. I want that from her. I realize I am challenging her at her younger age, but I will be at her side the entire time. I know she can take it, I know it will be good for her, and perhaps more importantly, it will be good for us.
I am flying to North Carolina on November 1st in order to accompany Bri on her journey back to Oregon, and I think said journey (along with the work we put in to get set up in Bend) will provide a romantic foundation on which to build our future. So yes, in a way I am more stressed about my situation than I care to admit, and it is because I have more than just myself to worry about this time, but I know somewhere in this chaotic loop it all makes sense. I have a plan, as always, and it is exciting, as always. Long may it be that way.
Farewell, Corvallis. I hope that you liked me.
I must admit, however, that I find my current situation frighteningly familiar. As homelessness approaches I realize that I am in Oregon waiting for a girl on the other side of the country to come and live with me. Last time it didn't exactly go according to plan, so forgive me for feeling a bit uneasy about this whole thing.
And there it is: a light in the attic. I know I tell people that I look forward to being homeless for a while, that I hate the idea of trying to find a job and a place to live in Bend ahead of schedule, but perhaps I have put it off in order to convince myself that my girlfriend is truly in it to win it with me. Last year I did all the work. I drove across the country with no home to move into and no job, got set up on my own, and presented my girl with a nice two-bedroom apartment as soon as she stepped off the plane. This time I'm making sure my girl is invested enough in this adventure to go through it with me. I want that from her. I realize I am challenging her at her younger age, but I will be at her side the entire time. I know she can take it, I know it will be good for her, and perhaps more importantly, it will be good for us.
I am flying to North Carolina on November 1st in order to accompany Bri on her journey back to Oregon, and I think said journey (along with the work we put in to get set up in Bend) will provide a romantic foundation on which to build our future. So yes, in a way I am more stressed about my situation than I care to admit, and it is because I have more than just myself to worry about this time, but I know somewhere in this chaotic loop it all makes sense. I have a plan, as always, and it is exciting, as always. Long may it be that way.
Farewell, Corvallis. I hope that you liked me.