Back in the City

The epic story of the apartment wars continues...

OK its not really a war, nor is it very epic, not in the Star wars/Lord of the Rings way. Rather it is a problem of making my own mind up. Do I risk subleasing the whole apartment to someone else, and perhaps get screwed or do I stay in the apartment and only sublease one of the rooms? I'm really conflicted. I'm nervous because I don't want to hand over the apartment to someone I don't know. Yet finding a roommate might be just as interesting.

I think this is another moment in which I wish that I was not an grownup. The child inside of me is screaming 'Mum!'. I can of course talk to my parents about all of this... But in the end it is my decision. I'm the one. Its all down to me. Scary.

Of course, unlike my roommates I don't hate where the apartment is. Sure you have to be careful, its a city. And like all cities it has its problems, trash on the streets, violent people, and super late public transit. Yet there is something very wonderful in that mess.

Yesterday I rode the #10 trolley home. It was so packed that I was standing on the steps and every time the doors opened I was squished and required to get off, so other people could. Even so, I was able to share a lot of jokes about Septa as well as talk to people, who if it had not been so squished would never talk to me. And luckily I had not had to wait as long as some people. On the whole I feel that I keep on having wonderful experiences here. True it is near impossible to make me a negative person, I'm too joyful for all that. And maybe I am just making the best of the situation, but somehow I feel like it all fits here.

I love the country and I miss my family and lakes and trees and camping and good dirt. However, I feel like I am, at this point in my life, meant to be here. Even if I have to deal with the epic of apartments, leases, late subways, and new roommates. Oh wait, that's life.