-Avenue Q (The plan is to title my journals with song lyrics, which hopefully have something have to do w/ the subject, but we'll see)
Well, it's not Avenue Q. In fact, it's New Hampshire Ave. But I have place to live. Please pardon me while I do a happy dance of joy... *does happy dance of joy* Ok, done now.
So, the story so far...
When last we left our heroine, she and the romantic lead had enjoyed a fun but unsuccesful trip to the nation's capital and surroundings to search for housing. Following this adventure, she searched the depths of the internet, hoping to find an alternative to living in her car. Last weekend, she again made the journey, this time with her father, and again came up short. But during the week, she made a discovery on roomster.net that sounded good, and following a promising phone call, set out again. This time, her labors have been rewarded, and she is now the soon to be happy tenant in a room in a house two blocks north of a metro station, and one block from a grocery store. Huzzah.
Ok, so last weekend, I went to Cooperstown on Friday, to the Willie Nelson/Bob Dylan concert with the parents, which was eh. eredien was there, and we had fun, even if Boby Dylan was even more incomprehensible than ever and it was cold. Then, on Saturday, I went down to Cooperstown again and spent the day with the boy and his father visiting the Hall of Fame and all that jazz. It was most pleasant. The boy is definitely his father's son. I got a hug. It was nice. We didn't get to go to dinner together, but oh well. I had a really nice time, and his dad's cool. Then on Sunday my father and I drove down to DC, stayed in the city and looked for places. A couple listings that were in my price range seemed to be in sketchy neighborhoods, so we passed. And one place was tiny, but right on campus practically, but also about the same as my parents' house payment for an efficiency. Yeah, I'd like to eat, please. And the reason we went down, this place in VA, where the roommate had called me, was a) in VA, so I'd probably need my car b) the roommate had alreday made a verbal agreement with another woman and c) was disorganized and scatterbrained. So I went online, looked at roomster.net, found someplace that sounded good, and called the woman on Thursday. Sounded even better, called her on Friday and arranged a time to meet, left after work on Fri., stayed in a hotel on the way down, got into DC this morning, looked at it, took it, filled out some paperwork and wrote the check for the deposist and Dad and I drove home. The keys are in my pocket as we speak. I am happy and not stressed anymore. It's furnished, utilities (including internet and cable) are included, and near public transit. It is, in short, practically perfect. Hoping that it all works out well, but if it doesn't I'm only committed through Dec. (Yay for the not having to sign a 12 month lease). *sigh of happiness*
Now, I just need to find a way to see the boy one last time this summer....
Oh, one good thing that came out of the weekend last time- bought The Well of Lost Plots. Is good. Thursday Next is of the good. And I finished it already. Back to Mansfield Park.
Oh, and I have an "audition" for Kaplan to teach test-prep, on the 30th. So mayhaps things are looking up. Ever feel like the universe is interfering in order to arrange things a certain way?