So, after a few weeks of adventures in geography (tales of which i regale you with at a later date, retroactively, as it were), the better half and i have begun moving our stuff into a place that not only requires us to pay something resembling a normal rent, but also involes communal living. Now, was you all know, i hate paying rent, and i hate communal living (what, you don’t remember this or this blog post?), but i think that this may work out better then the last time. Naive, you say? Well, dearest imaginary reader, you may have me there, but please allow me to put forth some nifty theories i’ve come up with on why this might be different:

  • That was college and my roommates, though i loved them, were slobs
  • The people in this house are a bit older, slightly more mature, and seem to be quite into a clean living space
  • I’m getting laid regularly, and as such am a much less frustrated person than the last time i lived cummunally

    • I’m fully aware of the possability that i may be deluding myself in all of this, but there’s another reason a did’t list, and that’s the fact that i’ve been living in a tent, bus or a friend’s couch for the last year, and while the bust is really comfy and the whole thing was TONNES of fun, it’ll be really nice to get back into a spacious living situation that i can call home.

    Details (and hopefully pictures) on the house to come.