Objective: Find home.
Miscellaneous: Calm sniffles with Sudafed.
Yes, it's that time again--when I fly across the country for a two-day trip to find housing in preparation for graduate school. Now I never have flown across the country for a two-day trip nor attended graduate school, but everything becomes déjà-vuey by the end of the second day when you're hopped up on antihistamines. Contrary to my cute little B&B location I'm actually attending school in Somerville (or is it Medford?) at Tufts and living ten minutes away. And oops, there goes the surprise. In the course of eight meetings yesterday I found a place and roommates that I really liked and casually committed myself to a year of their company. What's worse is that the guy of the male/female pair wasn't even there, but traveling in Boulder, CO. And don't worry they are not a pair in any way (yet) but anonymous strangers. I won't ever make the "hi we're a couple looking to fill a room" Craigslist mistake again.
Today I mailed the deposit and cancelled five housing meetings, which is the best feeling in the world when you don't even want to get out of bed at 11AM. I spent most of the day doing a work-sleep rotation and stumbled outside a couple times to find Mexican food. My bedside table looks like a recently-departed pop star's minus the syringes (hidden behind the lamp.)
Tomorrow morning I jet off to Calgary via Montréal to repose on the front porch of the family farm for a short spell. I should mention that I'll be offline so my posting schedule will remain irregular. Maybe I should mention that I have no readers too, but then you'd be miffed.
As the pro-drowsy formula kicks in I bid you all goodnight from my three-person sachel-tied red ruffly curtained room and I'll pray for more humble accomidations on the farm. Think attic with ghost of bat.
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