|this desert life|
When I get an idea in my head, it multiplies faster than e.coli on dog shit. And here I am, with my new scheme.
I'm moving. I'm moving out of this house I love so incredibly much, away from the landlords I've come to love as friends, away from the amazing location so close to school, and the arroyo in the back yard, and the big open airy living room that's so great for parties.
I'm moving because I realized, during a conversation with my roommates, that I thought they'd move out when Ryan came out here, and they thought I'd move out when Ryan came here. Oops. They don't want to be kicked out. I don't want to leave. So it was a head-butting convo for a few minutes there.
But then I realized... I could probably find a slightly smaller, slightly less expensive two-bedroom in a neighborhood that doesn't smell like cat piss in the summer (thanks, crazy cat lady nextdoor), and Ryan could move out here even sooner; because really one of the only things keeping him in NJ was that there's no room out here for him. He wanted to make money before coming out, but I am of the adamant belief that it would be better to move out here on loans than to start a job in NJ and just have to leave it in a few months.
So I've started hunting. I've found some really cute places already - even an affordable one in the extremely ritzy neighborhood right near the historic plaza. I'm waiting on calls and emails. One landlord has already gotten back to me and was very cool, but the house isn't as cool as he is, but I also didn't look that closely.
It's all just tentative. It's all still in the works. I don't WANT to have to move - as I said, I love this house, and I'm so settled here it's ridiculous. I'd have to rent a U-Haul for a day to get all my stuff over, seeing as I own every single last piece of furniture in this place, save for my roommates' beds. But if it means Ryan coming out here sooner and being able to settle somewhere that I REALLY won't have to leave, not just that I suspect I won't have to leave, it will be worth it.
Toying with ideas. Thinking. I'll keep you posted.
And btw, I think I have lost 1 pound. Holy shit!