This is a picture of the view to the left of my balcony.
I swear Saturday morning is one of the best mornings of the week. You just have to sit there and laze around, and think of what to do for the day, what chores you can accomplish and the ones you can move to the top of the week. Last week, I watched an early morning movie, this week, I have just lazed around and watched the parade go by, updated a few journals here and there, played around on the computer and thought of working out. Hopefully I will work out, but that's another story.
The deal for the loft in Atlantic Station fell through for the second time in a month. The loft is not as big as my apartment. The bedroom upstirs is smaller than mine and the living space even though it's top notch as in hadrwood floors, granite counter tops, and stainless steel appliances, it is still smaller than the one I live in. Lofts are meant to be big and spacious and oversized. And because I have all these old people's furniture it makes it seem as if the space is reasonably smaller. So being that it's been on the market for a while I priced it very low. and asked them to install a washer and dryer. They agreed to my price but said they would not install the washer and dryer. So I said No to it. AGAIN. For the second time in a month I have said No to that loft. I am just not in the mood to pay that much for that small space and have to pay extra to get a washer and dryer. And then renter's insurance because that part of town is in a dodgy district. I am just not in the mood for all that. Since I just bought the new car that's costing me an arm and a leg because of the insurance and the monthly payments I am trying to keep my overhead down, really down. If I had seen the apartment before the car I may have been inspired to agree to that price but since I didn't, I am left holding the bag.
The sad part is since 2003 I have been dying to live in a loft, the openness and the high ceilings has attracted me to that type of living, and every time I come remotely close to living in one, something always breaks down the deal and then I live in a normal family style apartment for another year. It's now 4 years and two apartments later and I still can't garner a deal that will get me into a loft. Isn't that sad?
The place I live now is great but it's also domestic. It's gone very domestic. And when you're single, not by choice, the domestic scene is mucho annoying. There's a Panera Bread right underneath my bedroom window to the left and every morning the truck comes by to deliver fresh bread. That truck is noisy and annoying. It's a good scene in the middle of the day when people stop by to eat outside, but either way, I don't know why I have just fallen out of love with it. I can't pinpoint what it is, but I cannot stay here for another year. But I am not in the mood to pack my shit either. I don't know. It's like I am so bored with my life that the things I can change like my car and my home I want to and the things I can't change like my status, I want to ignore and keep myself distracted enough so I wouldn't know that they exist. If I live in a nice big ole' apartment I wouldn't feel so sorry for myself. But as soon as that excitement goes, I just look for something new.
This what I have been dealing with for the past 2 months. A whole lot of thinking about changing location.
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