Oh Dear…. I really do have to start getting this packing thing happening…. I’m moving into my apartment in a little over a week and I still have so much work to do. So many fucking books, even if it’s all I have in Trinidad, so many clothes and shoes and STUFF!
I’m not going to have my phone, I’m probably going to be without cable but I will be in my own space and I am going to be independent and those things will come eventually.
My friend (the girlfriend who’s taking the apartment next door) has offered to help me with a few minor details I wasn’t sure about and it’s a relief because you know moving out is a seriously expensive prospect. I’m like buying all my stuff, you know? Any way, because she will be using my washer and dryer, she’s offered to help pay for it and my electricity. She’s also going to buy a porch set that I will eventually buy off of her when she goes back to Chicago.
So it looks like this new adventure is going to be at the very least a good bit of fun.
My friend is inviting her former next door neighbour to share her apartment, so she cut costs down and the girl really does need a place to stay.
Her former neighbour is a really sweet Venezuelan girl and we all have hung out a few times… so it looks like I will have company. I will have a small posse. This is a good thing, a very, very good thing.
I have to admit it, I am starting to get very excited by this. This is more than a dream now… it’s more than something I keep saying I have to do. I am doing it. I am doing it. I feel more bouyed by this than I can say.
I am also getting a little nervous…. I haven’t heard from the other people with that job offer. They called me up and offered it to me, but I haven’t heard from them since.
I have a very good feeling about the opportunity, but I need to make solid plans if it is going to happen.
Either way, I am still very happy about moving out, going my own way.
I look forward to space that I can create for myself where I can keep negativity out and I can fill with my spirit and colour.