Apartment?
Wow. I'm still a little floored with everything that happened on Thursday. I'm glad I didn't end up staying around in NYC for the night - driving with hangovers is never fun. Even now I'm still recovering. I think there's some switch that's flipped whenever someone reaches a new decade in their lives that makes their tolerance for alcohol less. Or just makes the headaches worse. Hang in there, liver! I wish Becky had been able to make it to the party but I guess she has her excuses, being in the Bahamas and all.
$60K. Wow. I had always accepted that having a teaching position wouldn't ever make me rich. That's totally fine, too - my love for the job and having summers off makes up for it in a heartbeat. Suddenly, though, I've had my salary increased by $20K, and I don't know what to do with myself. I mean, it's not like I don't have ideas - I can finally travel! - but I'm just, well, floored.
I've been thinking as I've been packing for the move, and my decision really determines what I'm bringing and what I'm not. Mansion, or apartment? Both were options given to me. I feel like I need to play MASH, here. I'd love to be that close to the students, always there for them, and that place is gorgeous, but would that allow me any kind of personal life? Because, let's face it: I do hope for sex. And I do have a lot of Stuff, and I'd like people to be able to visit me. I suppose the determining factor will be if the apartments in Salem Center have an opening or not.
Maybe they'll just let me crash there when I want to, and when I don't want to, I'll go back to my own apartment! Hah, I think I've been around college students too much. Salem Center isn't that far away - it's walkable - so maybe the students can call me if they want to just talk. Or visit, if that's not odd. I suppose it may be, with their age, but we'll see.
So I'll call up those apartments. Then, if that goes according to plan, I'll call up some movers. To hell if I'm going to do this all myself. Not on my new salary!