This is where you’d see pictures of the apartment I looked at this morning if my camera batteries hadn’t been dead.

It’s not a great looking place, but there is lots of space.  Three bedrooms, a living room, bathroom, and kitchen for $525/mo.  There is plaster falling from the ceilings and walls and he assures me it’s all going to be taken care of by October 20.  I told him I’d like to see it again after all the work is done, but he wants a commitment from me and would like a deposit to hold the place.  Meh.

If I move I’ll be closer to work and have more space to do my own things.  At the end of the month I’ll have about $400 to save or spend on incidnetals (new clothes, furniture, oil changes, whatever).  If I stayed and paid my parents more rent than I pay now, I could save up to $800/month.  The downside being the opposite of all things above, plus the pathetic nature of still living with my parents at age twenty-seven.  I’m trying to shake the social stigma by telling myself that in these hard economic we’ve got to do what we’ve got to do and it doesn’t matter what other people think of me, but c’mon…I’m miserable and for all my efforts to be responsible, I don’t feel like an adult.

Maybe the thing to do is stick it out here another six months, work a lot of overtime, and get out of here altogether.  Maybe somwhere where I can ride a motorcycle all year long.

In other news, I’m seriously thinking about signing up for NaNoWriMo.

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