…I’m still alive. Well, that’s the word on the street.
I’m sure it won’t come as any surprise when I say that things have been a little nutty over the last few months. The campaign took up a lot of time. So much so that I had to drop out of my classes and could no longer work for the Irish newspaper. There were other mitigating circumstances to both of the above, but the campaign was a big part of it.
Unfortunately, my candidate didn’t win the primary on June 6th, but she garnered nearly 38% of the vote, which is nearly unheard of for a person who had never run for office before, let alone a federal office against an entrenched incumbent. Many of us – including myself – thought the percentages would be closer. Hell, many of us thought she had a real chance of winning last week. But it was still a incredible showing. Here’s hoping that she runs again in 2008.
Of course, this means I’m looking for a job. Again. *sigh* Ya know, this whole job search thing is pretty damned old by now. But things have changed a bit, so I feel even more pressure to just get a job that pays the bills. Because, you see, I’ve moved. And I know have a roommate.
Yep, after living in the same neighborhood for nealy thirteen years – and the same apartment for over ten years – I have moved to the wilds of Burbank. Not far from where I lived before, but it almost feels like another world, since my old neighborhood is a bit funkier and more urban than the SuperSuburbia that is Burbank.
What prompted this sudden change in residence? My friend IrishWriter lost his roommate to another neighborhood and so needed another. I thought it was the perfect opportunity for a change of scene, which was desparately needed, especially since the move fulfilled several critical requirements for me to leave my old place and move into a roommate situation:
1) Said roommate had to love animals, but not already have any, since moving four cats into a new place would have been challenging enough without having other pets in the mix. IrishWriter loves animals and is especially fond of cats. He and Matisse have already bonded – Matisse has him wrapped around his tail.
2) No move-in costs aside from rent. Luckily I didn’t have to worry about first and last months rent or a security deposit. Or a pet deposit, for that matter. Very important. Of course, the rent, when combined with the cost of a storage unit (I had an apartment and garage full of stuff – storage is needed for the time being, as IrishWriter also has an apartment full of stuff) and a U-Haul truck, wiped out that paycheck, but it’s still cool.
3) I already know the roommate. IrishWriter and I have become good friends over the last year and I know he’s a good person. He’s very strong willed and set in his ways, but then again, so am I. I think this will be good for both of us, as his last roommate was just a roommate and not a friend, so he’s going to have to get used to living with someone who is not easily ignored. And me? I have to get used to living with another human being again, after living alone for over nine years. I think it’ll be good for me. It won’t be easy, because I have a strong loner side to me, but I think it is for the best.
I turned 40 a month and a half ago – what’s the best thing for a new life than a new residence? And it seems to be doing wonders for my dating life – already I’ve gone on two rather nice coffee dates this week and I met someone else at the Knitting Factory on Satuday. Plus I’m in talks with two other guys to set up coffee dates (thank you, MySpace and Craigslist!).
Ya know, I might even end up having sex this year…