So I got a job... and now I'm all freaked out! NOW I'm worried about health-insurance and student loans, what if gas goes back up, they want HOW much for a stinking one-bedroom apartment?!?
I'm glad I stuck with my first instinct and took the job in Sacramento! If I had to re-locate somewhere, I'd be even more worried!
So yes, it sucks that I'm 25 and living with the moms, but good lord a rats nest of a place in Sacramento is like $600/month!
And I know what you're thinking: $600 sounds very reasonable compared to places like Berkeley or Boston or New York. I believe you, it's just sticker shock as I have never had my "own" place. I always rented a room in a house and never paid more than $375. Oh and BTW, I am NOT renting a room in a house. Nonononononono! If I am too old to live with my mother (which is FREE) I am DEFINITELY too old to be arguing with some bitch over who drank the rest of the milk, or who cranked the heat up to 75 degrees because it wasn't me and I'm not paying an extra $40 a month so you can walk around in skimpy PJ's - put on some flannel and save some energy!
Given the options of free and lame with mom or $$$ and sharing a bathroom with some skank, I'll take lame.
But of course I'm doing that thing I do where I over-analyze and trip out over everything before it even happens. I tend to think 20 steps ahead and make things more complicated than they need to be. Case in point?
I just spent the last 20 minutes haranguing Neal about his allergies,
his asthma, his vision, if his flat feet are genetic, and how much he
drinks on a weekly basis. Why did I do this? To find out if we can have
kids 10 years from now. Christ.
So like the rest of the stuff I have going on in my life right now, I just need to take things as they come. I'll try. In the meantime, y'all pray for Neal because he has to put up with this on a daily basis.
Never mind. He just called me "derelict". I hope he dies. I think. I have to look up what "derelict" means.
