It's October 29th, and in three days, I will be technically homeless. My lease is up at the end of October and I won't go into too many details about why I'm leaving, but basically this apartment situation has been a hell on earth. I realized this recently when I remembered that all of the fun that I have had this summer and fall so far has been when I've escaped my apartment.
But it's been a learning experience.
Amidst all the craziness that has been the last month, I've learned who my real friends are, and I've learned that I have a huge group of people in Seattle that loves me enough to offer me up their couch. I just have to keep looking at the positives, and I'll keep my head above water.
It turns out that I've had health insurance all along, I've got a decent job offer for after the holidays with the folks that produce Band in Seattle, and for the first time in a year, no one is at risk of dying. Well, that's because they're already dead, but at least it's just mourning and relief rather than anxiety and uncertainty.
But the biggest positive that's coming out of this is that I'm getting out of the negativity that was this apartment. And this apartment is going to make a great chapter in my book. For real. It's gonna be such an insane chapter. And this pending homelessness will come with more learning experiences as well.
The only reason there is this uncertainty about my living situation is that my parents' house went on the market yesterday. Almost every sign of our lives are wiped from the house, and it's been one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with. So there's not even the option of moving home until I find my own place, because home is no longer my home.
I did go check out this great one-bedroom apartment less than a mile from my current apartment, and it's PERFECT. I met with the woman living there, and got my application in to the landlord. Now we wait. WE WAIT.
So that's what's been going on. I'm going to go write a love letter to my house and wallow.