So up until a couple of weeks ago, I had basically resigned myself to living in Richmond again. I had friends ask me why–clearly my life is up here; obviously I didn’t want to leave; there are more opportunities up here anyway (I’ve applied to several government jobs that I’m pretty sure I’m in no way qualified for, but hey, I’ll let the hiring teams sort that out I guess). Some of my best friends even offered to let me live in their basement if it comes down to it.
One of the jobs I interviewed for in Richmond made me take an entire personality test. One of the statements on there was something to the effect of: How hard do you work for something you want?
So I started looking for more reasonably-priced places to live. A college friend put me in touch with friends of hers, and it seemed like a perfect fit–the location was decent, the people were cool, the house was great. But it’s still too much money. So close and yet so far. On the other end of the spectrum, I had what I thought was a somewhat promising lead from CraigsList, only to find that the house was shared by five people. I’m not really sure what I expected, but I do have my limits; I’m trying to avoid the “dorm full of adults” experience.
I have one day off this week and it’s almost entirely accounted for (fun things, at least: Hanging out with one of my best friends and her kids, getting a massage, seeing a concert with another friend). I’ll only have one next week if I end up moving that weekend (we’re already talking about the end of the month here–seriously, how is this happening?), and that will be spent packing because I’ve hardly done any. My second job at a local party and costume store will probably beg me to come in since it’s Halloween weekend. We’ll just have to see what happens, I guess. I’m trying not to freak out because I have no idea what’s going to happen (which is exactly my usual reason for freaking out), but since there’s only so much I can do at this point, why get worked up? Whatever will be, will be.
Until next time…