Life is for the living.
Or else those with enough caffeine to pretend they’re alive between the hours of 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. That’s right! I’m a 9-5er. For another week yet anyway.
So much to update. Where to start? I was going to talk about my vacation, but without the proper visuals, it seems unfair so that update will wait until my roommate pays our internet again.
The great renting experiment is entering a new chapter or drawing to a close. I don’t know which yet. My lease is up on the first of August which means I have a month to get my ass in gear. I want my own house. Has that come up before? Because I do. I went from a three bedroom ranch style house with a sewing room and a backyard to a ten by eight foot bedroom and a storage unit. I’m tired of having everything I own in boxes in a storage unit. Mostly because every time my friend Emma comes over, I’m like, you would love this movie!
Only it’s packed away in my storage unit.
But seriously, the girl hasn’t seen Dracula: Dead and Loving it. Something has to be done.
So I’m on the prowl for a good place. I want land because as annoying as it sometimes is, I miss doing yard work on my days off. I miss being able to just lay down a blanket and relax in the back yard with my dog. He misses it too though he’s gotten really good at living in a town house. I can tell on his morning walks though. Le sigh.
I wanted to buy a place but with my income and having NO money for a down payment, that’s not exactly an option. Well it is, but the loan I could get would require the house to be in pristine condition and away from most town centers.
So my next option is a rent to own. And there are some cute places out there for rent to own. Decent lots, more than one bathroom. 1-2 bedrooms. Perfect for me.
But they are all asking for twice what I make. Which is ridiculous. If I could afford $1000 a month in rent, I’d have enough set aside for a real down payment. So no.
So that leaves me with two options. Find a bigger place and get a roommate to go in with me or settle with renting.
And I really don’t want to rent a room anymore. I miss my things. I miss letting my dog have free reign of the house when I’m at work.
I miss having my Kuerig out of storage.
I have to either settle for crappy office coffee which is horrible or I have to buy the good stuff and pay an arm and a leg for it. Which sucks when you’re trying to save money and stay awake at the same time. Drink the vitriol they pass off for coffee or go without. Le sigh. Again.