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Been a hell of a couple weeks. Two months back, my landlord informed us that he and his wife were moving into the house in which my roommates and I resided. I am thankful he gave us 60 days, as the law only required 30, but he's ever been an awesome man. I do, of course, hate moving with a fiery passion and would very much have liked not to, but I certainly appreciate the four years I spent there. Within the first week of looking, I found a potential new home, but right before agreeing to the lease I felt it was not the right fit and declined. It was the correct choice, I think, but turned out to be the only option I could find for the next month and a half. Housing was already becoming more scarce last year due to some major fires in the area and covid massively exacerbated the problem. A house for rent could go up and be gone in a matter of days.
I found myself intermittently feeling like God had it taken care of, and mindless panic. Last week in particular was exceedingly rough for me. I had to twice call off work; I was so stressed that I could not sleep at all and felt constantly like throwing up. I found myself doing frequent deep breaths to keep from weeping or maybe vomiting. It sucked. A lot. In one last, desperate plea for help, I wrote a, well, desperate plea on the facebook housing page that most christians in the area use, and received an answer. I signed the lease Thursday and moved Friday, the absolute last day on my previous lease...
I am eternally grateful to my friend who has a truck and helped me move despite having worked a full day as mechanic before doing so. A pity that none of our other friends were willing. I don't have a lot, but numerous heavy boxes, and it took us three trips and many hours, leaving us both utterly exhausted. You know the feeling of growing pains you had as a kid, where the length of your legs just ached and ached? That's how my arms felt for several days after. The last trip honestly could have been just me loading up my car with numerous bags of various clothes and things, save for one problem: my car broke down that morning on my way to work. I wasn't looking forward to having a full day of work before moving, so that, at least, was a blessing, but having your car die in the street, calling a tow, and then having to foot the bill whenever it happens to get fixed (likely tomorrow, but I'm not certain) is less so. Still, it happened only blocks from my home, so after the tow truck whisked away my car, I simply walked back and didn't have to figure out how to get a ride across town. So I was able to get moved, and quite like my new place, but have been without transportation over the weekend.
It's amazing how much less free and capable one feels without a vehicle at hand in areas such as this, with poor public transit and long distances. I know, I know, Uber is a thing, but I have never set up an account and don't want to jump through a ton of hoops or anything. Silly of me perhaps, but we all have our lines.
In addition to the increasingly panic-inducing issues I've been having with housing concerns, I have also been stressing over my current job, and a prospective lady. In short, every major issue most folks worry about individually I have had on my mind simultaneously. There is certainly more on those two subjects, but not right now.
I found myself intermittently feeling like God had it taken care of, and mindless panic. Last week in particular was exceedingly rough for me. I had to twice call off work; I was so stressed that I could not sleep at all and felt constantly like throwing up. I found myself doing frequent deep breaths to keep from weeping or maybe vomiting. It sucked. A lot. In one last, desperate plea for help, I wrote a, well, desperate plea on the facebook housing page that most christians in the area use, and received an answer. I signed the lease Thursday and moved Friday, the absolute last day on my previous lease...
I am eternally grateful to my friend who has a truck and helped me move despite having worked a full day as mechanic before doing so. A pity that none of our other friends were willing. I don't have a lot, but numerous heavy boxes, and it took us three trips and many hours, leaving us both utterly exhausted. You know the feeling of growing pains you had as a kid, where the length of your legs just ached and ached? That's how my arms felt for several days after. The last trip honestly could have been just me loading up my car with numerous bags of various clothes and things, save for one problem: my car broke down that morning on my way to work. I wasn't looking forward to having a full day of work before moving, so that, at least, was a blessing, but having your car die in the street, calling a tow, and then having to foot the bill whenever it happens to get fixed (likely tomorrow, but I'm not certain) is less so. Still, it happened only blocks from my home, so after the tow truck whisked away my car, I simply walked back and didn't have to figure out how to get a ride across town. So I was able to get moved, and quite like my new place, but have been without transportation over the weekend.
It's amazing how much less free and capable one feels without a vehicle at hand in areas such as this, with poor public transit and long distances. I know, I know, Uber is a thing, but I have never set up an account and don't want to jump through a ton of hoops or anything. Silly of me perhaps, but we all have our lines.
In addition to the increasingly panic-inducing issues I've been having with housing concerns, I have also been stressing over my current job, and a prospective lady. In short, every major issue most folks worry about individually I have had on my mind simultaneously. There is certainly more on those two subjects, but not right now.
