My New (Old) Place

The gods are smiling upon me, at least on my living situation (not so much on the job situation). A few days after finding out that I didn't get the Google job, my old landlord called me. I'd been harassing him quite a bit, asking if anything was available in my old building.

I kept fantasizing about my old place–it was exactly what I was looking for: sizable, hardwoods (no gross carpet!), decent sized kitchen, upstairs (windows open when not home!), dogs allowed, lots of closet/storage space, central heating and air, and within walking distance of the bar, the grocery store, the movie theater, the 24-hour diner, and the best porch in Atlanta. My fantasizing, as it turns out, was not in vain (for the first time).

As I was saying, my landlord called me. He called me to tell me that the girl that had been living in my EXACT SAME APARTMENT had just given him notice that she was moving out in one week! I panicked a little, thinking about my total lack of income. He assured me that I could think about it for a few days and that he had no problem renting to an unemployed me. During those days, I asked people what they thought about me moving into a place that would eat my savings up more quickly than crashing with friends. The funny thing was, I was only asking people who I was pretty sure would tell me to take it. I thought for a while about whether to ask my parents about it. I've been getting a lot of advice from my parents lately–most of it requested, with some unsolicited nuggets of wisdom mixed in. My parents are awesome. Let me repeat that, my parents are awesome. Above all, they want me to be happy. That said, they are both extremely frugal, which has been a great example for me (no credit card debt!). I couldn't decide whether their desire to see me happy by being in my own place would outweigh their good pecuniary sense. It was too risky, so I kept the news to myself until I made the decision.

And of course I elected to take it (the folks thought it was a great idea. Again, they're awesome). I move in on Friday. I am SOOOOOOOOO excited! At last! Organization! Projects! Walking around in my underwear! Sleeping in my super-duper bed! Being messy when I want to! It will be a strange orgy of freedom and organization. I can't wait.