The other day, my roomie told me she was tired of life outside of the center and was not planning on renewing the lease here with me. So I’ve been preoccupied trying to come to terms with either eventual poverty, moving back into town with her, or the slippery slope of strangers living with me. There are other options, maybe (winning a lottery?) but those seemed to be the ones in my mind. Stress and sleeplessness made it darker than it was. That and the fact that I would have to make a decision and move before I go home in November.
I don’t know if any of you have gathered this from my blog, but I LOVE it out here in the green burbs. The air is cleaner, there is little English spoken, no drunks under my window at night (unless it is me looking for my keys), a short bus ride to work. So I’m staying. Yes, possible financial ruin to follow, but some things are worth it. My piece of mind definitely is. And who knows, maybe there is someone out there that wants the same and can split the rent. I’ll find out in January. If you are planning on a visit, I may have a spare room for you (for a small fee, of course.)