I moved out of Paul's place and into the boarding house. I paid my rent for the month on monday and since I was working so much I didnt spend the night til Thursday. Friday, I brought over my cats and all my worldly possessions. That night I went out drinking with a friend. The next day I woke up sick and hungover to find out I had no water. Great. I was told it would be on by the end of the day. Saturday it still wasnt on,and I was told by 10 pm that night I should have water. By Sunday I was very testy. I was told absolutely,postitively by monday all they needed was a part. I called from work monday only to find out that the place had been condemned by order of the fire department.
I left the place in tears. I called my ex who,not suprisingly,wasnt very helpful. Not that I should have been too suprised,after all he was never that considerate when we were together why start now? So I called a friend who helped me move my stuff and gave me a place to stay for the night. I proceeded to call cat boarding places. They were all forty bucks a day. Yowch! It would cost more to board my cats than it would for a hotel room for myself! I was frantic and terrified of losing my cats. I finally went to my ex's who finally agreed after I handed him ninety bucks to watch them for two weeks,promising that I would change their litter and such. Though Im still buying the litter and food as he hasn't seemed to manage to get around to going to the store to pick it up. Great. Myself,Im staying in a hotel out by Midway.
My disposition is fucked. My job doesnt pay worth a damn, and I havent been able to find any roommate situations. I've been calling roommate ads though most of the time its filled within a day of the paper coming out or I never get a callback and factor in two cats on top of that.
Argg.
I have a level of frustration that surpasses description right now. After it taking me three months to get out of my ex's place, dealing with the constant personal attacks, put downs and general drama, I finally move out and the place gets fucking condemned three days later. On top of that,for the first time in my life I cant find a roomamte anywhere. Oh Ive had my bad roomamates,I've lived in less than ideal circumstances because of an emergency but Ive never not been able to find a place at all. It's nuts.
So,I might leave again.
This keeps up I'll slide into gypsy mode in a serious way...
Im not sure what city Im going to.I've been accepted to Alverno College and I really want to go to school this fall though I hate Milwaukee. But its an option at this point. I've been given a partial scholarship,which is something. But I really kinda hate the town and the school seemed stifling so that's only a last resort at this point unless I see something really promising.
Another option is going back to Philly where Im from.I used to live there and its easy enough to set yourself up in someplace where you used to be,and so that's a consideration.
Heh. Im taking bids on other places,if anyone has any suggestions.
I can think of a million places Id love to go in either the west or the south though the big question is how do I get there? It seems every place I could get to quickly isn't where I want to go.
I need to act fast. My ex will only watch the cats for another week and I dont have anything concrete after that.
Right now its looking like Philly which is sort of surreal in a way.It seems like it was a lifetime ago that I lived there.
Part of me doesn't care anymore.Ive moved so many times it all just seems like another town to me I guess. And maybe partly because this is the first time I moved for someone else and as much as I love Chicago it's been the most fucked up move in many regards. So I have a general apathy to the whole thing. Wherever I wind up it will atleast be a new experience and a different environment and that's something.