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Status Report: If You Care, This Is Where I Show My Heart.
No Worries
dean_r
Friday: I saw two houses online that are good for me.

One is located really close by, and is relatively cheap, but with a potentially grumbly landlord upset at all manner of people harassing him about everything but the room for rent. He cut his demands down from $400 + 1/3rd utilities to $350 flat per month. I have to admit, I like grumbly people, because they're honest people, and they're strong enough to show their opinions. There were no pictures of the place or the room available, but it is within walking distance to check out if he can give me more information. I leave him a message.

The Other is a fair distance away, and to get to work from there, I need to set aside about 40-45 minutes each way (it's about 2.5 miles away, as the crow flies) or buy a bus pass and have a 10-minute walk each way. I see pictures of the youthful enterprising tenants on the website and they seem to enjoy their drink far more than I do, every picture involves beer cars in hands or a giant bottle of vodka protruding in the foreground, but the people look harmless enough, or perhaps intoxicated enough to be harmless. The price is $400, all inclusive, including cable and wireless internet, which I deem fair. I meet some of the people staying in the place on Friday night. I'm a little jetlagged but I'm friendly and sociable and explain who I am and my past with total honesty, I have no reason to be ashamed of how things have turned out. The site explains the room is a little on the small side, but I'll get a phone call on Saturday to arrange a viewing on Sunday, so I can make my decision then.

So far, so good. I have options. Time is short, but the hard work is done: I don't have to panic, I just have to wait. Packing fills up the waiting time.

Saturday: Landlord from Place One calls and tells me he's going to be back from work at 3. I tell him I'll be at work then, and will continue to be at work until 9, apart from an hour-long break where I rush to the house, look, and decide there and then. Or I can have a look on Sunday. He suggests Sunday eagerly, he doesn't know exactly what he's up to for the rest of this day. What a hot shot entrepreneur he is!

Nobody from The Other Place calls at all.

Sunday: I cannot contact either group, all I get are answer phones. I've left text messages and messages on the answer phones and I'm a little tetchy. I have back-up plans, thankfully. Either of two people who I work with have offered me a place to stay. One situation is short-term but close to work, the other in the middle of nowhere for what I know of Tacoma, with no exact date of when I'd need to be kicked out. I then pack the last of my items up and find out nobody in the house is organised and play a trump card, which needs me to go develop the story further. Let's go back in time... yes... back in time to before I left for England...

Oh, she was wonderful. She was charming and laughed at my jokes and anecdotes and was as beautiful as anyone I've sat across a table from - and as soon as I met her and felt the connection, I knew we'd have to keep in touch once our dinner ended and we parted ways. Her name is Tanisha, and she and I share a lot of similarities in our past, most notably her getting married due to the situation beyond the desire, another hopeless romantic who couldn't live with the What Ifs of life. She wanted to move and liked the idea of me as a room-mate. In the conversations we've had she's shown intelligence, creativity, has been full of stories and full of life. She's the type of person who I could enjoy sharing company with. She's the type of person I will always crush over bashfully, without wanting to wreck a blossoming friendship.

Then her car got stolen.

She has to use the money she was going to use towards her moving costs, her deposit and her rent, and it has to go towards purchasing another car, because she can't get to her job, she can't see her friends, she can't really enjoy the life she was loving weeks ago. However, she showed me a beautiful place she'd fallen for, and it was perfect for us. It is close to an area I used to live, it is a 'good' part of Tacoma, it had a friendly landlord who had no qualms with her dog staying, and it was a very respectable price. Perfect for us. Heck, it was cheap enough that it was nearly perfect for me if I get a good review and a raise at my workplace.

I show the place to someone in this household who has tried and tried and can't find anything good enough for his girlfriend: and if this place is perfect for me, it's even more perfect for her. It's near the area she used to live, and she longs to be back in that area. I call up the landlord in the hope the place might still be available, now I have someone else interested in the place, and yes, it's still available, we can come look at the place at 3 o'clock. This is ominous.

So, I'm counting the minutes and seconds down. My phone rests on my lap, set to vibrate into action if someone from either of my original choices wants to offer me a room. Set to vibrate if the person I could share the place with can't make it with me to the place, or can't convince her to take this place. Set to vibrate to let my back-up plans call me up to enquire how I'm doing.

How am I doing? Well, I still wish I could have moved into that place with Tanisha, but when it comes down to it, we've both been incredibly good friends to each other. What better way to show me her friendship than to find me a roof over my head. And maybe it'd wreck the friendship if I moved in with her. Still, I have to find her a car now. I think that's only fair. And then once both of us are indebted to each other, maybe I should elaborate on that crush to her.

It's quarter to two now. I'm just editing this post to hell. It's taken an hour to complete. But I'm content with this post, and with a bit of luck - or even the right perspective - I should be content with my life for the immediate future.

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I'm thinking all the positive thoughts I can. GOOD LUCK!

Thank you! I'll give LJ an update soon, once I have more of an idea where things stand.

wow, sounds like a roller coaster ride... I hope to read a good ending soon!

I'll try my best to weave a story to be proud of. I feel refreshed enough to travel if need be. After packing my life into boxes I realise how few I really need to get from A to B. Maybe this is where life is meant to lead me. Tacoma is what it is, but I do want to be ready to move again at short notice. For all my fear of it, fear is something I want less of in my life.

I want to take up fencing. I think I would look incredibly sexy in one of those suits with a sword in one hand, and flowing curly hair coming out of the back of the fencing helmet.

Don't envy you. Having to move without a set destination always gives me recurring nightmares of ending up living on the street. Your documentation of the process is an interesting read though. Good luck!

Typically, I'm the type to reason enough and logically work out what I can budget for versus where I need to be. I'm determined enough that I don't want to live on the streets that I'll find somewhere within my price and distance range. At least I knew that.

However, finding a good place to go to and being able to give the landlord shiny coins for their space seems nearly impossible for me to do. Nobody wants me to share a house with them for one reason or another!

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