About a week ago I came to the conclusion that I was done with roommates. I decided that no matter what it took, when January rolled around and my current roommate moved on, I was not going to replace him. I was ready to do whatever it took to ensure that I did not need to rent my second bedroom out to a stranger.
Somehow, making that decision and declaring it set some mechanism into motion out there in the universe, because tonight I came home to an email offering me a job. It’s not a full time gig, but one that will nicely supplement whatever other income I develop for myself when I’m done with school. It will certainly ease the transition from school to full time work and it will ensure that I am able to live in my lovely two-bedroom apartment all by myself.
I can’t tell you how much I am looking forward to spreading back out across the second bedroom. There is a wall of built-in bookshelves in there that I had to totally empty when I started renting out that room. I can’t wait to fill those shelves again and relieve my other bookcases of the burden they’ve been carrying. I’m looking forward to getting my work area out of the corner of my dining room and to having a place to keep the things that I don’t quite know what to do with. After more than four and a half years of living with others (ex-boyfriend Ted for one year, old high school friend Nolan for two, Madhu the doctor for one and Ying the silent walker for six months) living alone will be such a pleasure. I can not wait.