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“get a real job, you gotta stop having fun”

October 9, 2007

eek!  We’re moving.  Not like tomorrow or anything, just sometime soonish.  Jake brought it up, and i’ve been thinking about it anyway…’cause y’know, living in a one bedroom with someone you’re not dating is a little odd.  First thought: freakin’ sweet, i’m gonna have my own place!  I’ve never ever had my own place, the idea – a bachelor pad of my very own – is really exciting.  (There was that one summer in college that i lived in the garage at my folks place, but not quite the same.  And, really, that was a pretty awesome living arrangement.) 

Second thought: panic!  Primarily because of money.  But also we’re going to have to sort our shit out – our books are all (perfectly organized by subject, country of origin, chronology) mixed up together and half our stuff we bought together after we moved.  Come to think of it, that might be the best part of having an amicable breakup; sorting that out otherwise would have been total hell.  Also a bit of panic ’cause i’ve never lived alone – i’m a little bit worried about my ability to take care of myself.  Largely i’ve turned out more resilient than i thought, but still – who’s gonna take care of the roaches?  At least i’ve got Dog so i won’t be lonely or get scared of the dark.  Oh, but that means i have to find a pet-friendly place.

Turning a new page…yep, i’m off to troll the classifieds.  Exciting, yes, but have i mentioned how i really don’t like change?  (that’s right, i’m really a conservative)

Lady Brett
“More for Me” – Tegan and Sara

2 Comments leave one →
  1. October 9, 2007 11:51 am

    wow! good luck. i think you’re more capable than you probably give yourself credit for. you’ll be awesome.

  2. linaria permalink
    October 10, 2007 7:09 am

    I’m in the opposite situation. We’re facing the prospect of moving in together (probably into a 1 bedroom, the way rent is) and I am absolutely terrified. Will I forget how to do things alone? What if we drive each other crazy? What happens when we get to the point you’re at? Scary, scary.

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