I’m well into Week 2 of the detox, and things are going fairly well. I seem to be dropping some weight, and after making a few tweaks to the menu for the week, I’m feeling like this is a reasonably sustainable path in the long-term sense. I do miss Oberon, though. There have been way too many bright, sunny afternoons that beckon for one of those golden brews. My taste for Diet Coke also remains completely undiminished; I’ve found ways around it, but none are as good as the original thing. I’m proud though, after turning down two separate offers for drinks this weekend and birthday bagels (from a coworker) this morning. Easter is closer than it seems, and with it I can pick and choose which pieces of my former diet I can put back in place without derailing things entirely.
Work-wise, I’m in the process of booking pretty much every weekend between now and my projected move date (more on that in a minute). I’m not particularly upset about this; it’s a better use of my weekend than sitting on the futon watching Netflix, and while the weather on Saturday is supposed to be fantastically, indescribably beautiful, there’s no rule that says I can’t open a window and take a break to go for a walk. The day will be enjoyed all the same, and if I can make a little extra cash along the way, fantastic.
Finally, I think I’m starting to make some headway in the “figure out where you’re gonna live in six weeks” department. My current living situation has been a pretty sweet arrangement: I rent a condo from a guy on a month to month basis and keep the place occupied until he’s ready to move in. It came without a security deposit, pet fee, or any of the usual renter garbage. That agreement is winding down, however, and the time has come to start looking for a new place to live. I’ve been putting the search off since mid February, first on account of the wretched winter we had, and then for a variety of increasingly flimsy excuses. The results of my initial search were not encouraging: nothing seemed readily available for what I was paying now, and what was out there was pretty limited. Somewhere between looking for an apartment in 2009 and now, the market got extremely tight and much more expensive (the expensive part is the reason I moved into the condo in the first place, but it seems to have really taken off since then).
However, I think I finally found a viable option for a place to live for the next 15 months. It’s a newer/remodeled townhouse for a little more than what I’m paying now, and on paper it sounds pretty sweet: half of my pet fee is a deposit (a lot of places wanted $300 for the right to keep my declawed, neutered, indoor cat), I can keep my charcoal grill (almost nobody allows that), and it has laminate wood floors. I cannot express in words how excited that last part makes me. Ever since I moved into a studio apartment in college that reeked of that hotel-carpet smell (the carpet felt like it too) I’ve hated carpet floors, and every place I’ve been has been wall to wall carpet, for the most part. The thought of having laminate floors in the living and dining areas and the kitchen is enough to make me overlook the fact that my kitchen is a whopping 56 square feet, and if I do choose to live there I’ll have to put my kitchen on one hell of a crash diet to get it to fit in there. I should know more by the end of the month, and perhaps by then I’ll have a more solid plan in place.
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