Strongly Worded

Nomad

So. My landlords finally conceded to let me stay in this apartment until July 30. I will be paying an extra $100 for this privilege. After I wrangled up the courage to ask them, they dangled the possibility of it over my head for two days ("We'll think about it. Believe it or not, we like you, and we're not trying to take advantage of you. You've been a good tenant. It's just that you've done many, many bad things.")

Thanks to their loving kindness, I will stay in this home sweet home with all its good vibes until the end of July. Then I will move into my friend Deb's apartment. Deb is a very close friend from grad school. She is moving in with her boyfriend/partner. We discussed the possibility of my taking over her lease months and months ago. Her apartment has two bedrooms, a dining room, and more storage space than you can shake a space bag at (I am not kidding. You could seriously sublet some of her storage space). It is in a better location than mine, and cheaper. (It is also more run down, but her landlady is doing some improvements before I move in.).

As obsessed as I am with luck, I have complained to no end about how unlucky I am to have been essentially evicted by evil racist landlords. But I have come to understand how truly lucky this is--that Deb is moving out at the precise same time. I get away from a toxic living environment, I'll have the pleasure of living in a big-ass apartment with the opportunity to entertain more than 4 people at a time (I'll have a dining room! A real dining room!). And the lease is month-to-month, so that if the condo or the man of my dreams suddenly falls out of the sky, I can move nimbly.

The weird thing is, now that the initial panic is over, I realize (with some disappointment) that I have more than two months here. I walked through Deb's place last night and noted the peach color scheme of her bathroom. (The color scheme of my bathroom is blue and white). Today, I squelched an overwhelming desire to go to Target and browse around for peach accessories. I just spent a while on craigslist perusing coffee tables, because a coffee table would not only fit but really be necessary in Deb's apartment (which I guess someday I will be able to think of as my apartment. Not sure when.). Same goes for a standing lamp and sconces. Who knew I'd ever be in the market for sconces?

But getting all nest-y right now does not make sense. If I bought a coffee table I'd have to lug it here (where there is no space for it) and then lug it to Deb's. Deb gave me a nice, heavy, cast-iron Le Crueset grilling pan last week, and I'm not taking it out of the car because really, what's the point?

And getting too nesty even at Deb's doesn't make too much sense. After all, the condo/man of my dreams should be imminent, no? What if the next bathroom color concept is green? And how likely is it I'd need sconces in my next abode?

Posted by Dori at 3:08 PM