Since I haven't managed to compel myself to move far far away as is my customary four year habit, I have moved into yet another place. This makes my fourth apartment in almost five years. I actually stayed in my last place for almost two years. This place is pretty great. It's HUGE, particularly compared to my Lilliputian last place. And it has its own washer and dryer...finally, I can collect quarters to spend on things other than laundry. The neighbors and the property are pretty quirky. It's neat.
Though I am enamored with my new place, I've decided that Seattle and the universe are basically forcing me to admit that no, I can never escape my past. My new apartment is EXACTLY across the street from the apartment the ex-boyfriend lived in when we started dating years ago. In a city of this size, with so many places to live, how that happens I just don't know...but it did.
I've decided to give the roommate thing another try as well. Having a roommate certainly helps with getting a bigger place, while reducing costs. And I thought that it would force me away from isolating myself like I have been the last year. I moved in with one of my friends. I have suspected for a while that my optimal roommate situation might be with a gay man. We'll see how it pans out. E. is pretty easy going and seems like he will put up with my idiosyncrasies (aka crazy bullshit). And Iniki just LOVES him to pieces. I think he was missing having a regular male presence in his life (not that his mama ain't missin' it a little bit too).
So here we are again, making changes in my life in the hopes that it will help make space for bigger and better changes. Bigger and better apartment = bigger and better things? Guess we'll see.
