Thursday, March 18, 2004
Would you go left,... or right?
So I have to choose, left or right coast? Every day, staying here is looking better and better. Unfortunately leaving is the infinately easier option- physically. I'd have a place to stay there, I woulddn't have to worry about my stuff(which I am incredibly paranoid about) and I wouldn't have to make a mad dash for employment.
But it seems like suddenly all sorts of rooms have opened up to me. Every day brings a new offer of rooming with this person or that person. It's nice to feel wanted and I would love to start getting out on my own. There's always a "but" though. Staying here would mean getting a job- fast. I'd need a car or my vespa or to develop some madly awesome biking skills, fast. Everything seems like it would have to happen fast. I suppose that it really wouldn't need to be some kind of resituation marathon but it would be really hard. I'd like to decide before we start sending stuff over.
Davis would be lovely, since so many people just bike around. But I don't know how close the community college is to anything and it certainly wouldnt help my desires to stay in close proximity to the most people possible.
This post isn't funny yet. That's bothering me. I hate being all serious.
I really want to go east. That's been my goal almost as long as we've been trying to move there. But I don't want to move into the path of a hurricaine, to a place that lists "N/A" under the points of intrest section in AAA books. Most of all, I don't want to see "Morehead" on my envelopes. That's just silly. Maybe I'm chickening out. There's all the talk about growing up and going to new places and such, but ... well I don't want to live with my parents forever just out of sisterly spite.
Sisterly spite. Yes, that is a factor. If I left I'd want to take everything with me, or have everything I left under lock and key. I'm not a stingy person, but I hate people going through my things. Particularly the twins. They are wretched little thieves and I am a terrible neurotic about it. And besides, the longer I stay, the longer they have to share a room.
Maybe I'm just not grown up all the way yet.
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 18.3.04 ) .
So I have to choose, left or right coast? Every day, staying here is looking better and better. Unfortunately leaving is the infinately easier option- physically. I'd have a place to stay there, I woulddn't have to worry about my stuff(which I am incredibly paranoid about) and I wouldn't have to make a mad dash for employment.
But it seems like suddenly all sorts of rooms have opened up to me. Every day brings a new offer of rooming with this person or that person. It's nice to feel wanted and I would love to start getting out on my own. There's always a "but" though. Staying here would mean getting a job- fast. I'd need a car or my vespa or to develop some madly awesome biking skills, fast. Everything seems like it would have to happen fast. I suppose that it really wouldn't need to be some kind of resituation marathon but it would be really hard. I'd like to decide before we start sending stuff over.
Davis would be lovely, since so many people just bike around. But I don't know how close the community college is to anything and it certainly wouldnt help my desires to stay in close proximity to the most people possible.
This post isn't funny yet. That's bothering me. I hate being all serious.
I really want to go east. That's been my goal almost as long as we've been trying to move there. But I don't want to move into the path of a hurricaine, to a place that lists "N/A" under the points of intrest section in AAA books. Most of all, I don't want to see "Morehead" on my envelopes. That's just silly. Maybe I'm chickening out. There's all the talk about growing up and going to new places and such, but ... well I don't want to live with my parents forever just out of sisterly spite.
Sisterly spite. Yes, that is a factor. If I left I'd want to take everything with me, or have everything I left under lock and key. I'm not a stingy person, but I hate people going through my things. Particularly the twins. They are wretched little thieves and I am a terrible neurotic about it. And besides, the longer I stay, the longer they have to share a room.
Maybe I'm just not grown up all the way yet.
-- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 18.3.04 ) .