The good news is that my fall registration is complete and is arranged largely the way I want it. I only have two morning classes and I have no Friday classes. That would have been very helpful last year for D&T visiting purposes. I didn't pick up the corporations class I wanted, but I'll be okay with what I have. I got one elective, and I managed to get the Conlaw section I wanted, so at least I won't be stuck with the new professor I so desperately wanted to avoid. That's all to the good.
The Bad news is that I'm to be displaced by the new owner of my duplex in an owner-occupier eviction.
*sigh*
I really love this current apartment, it's quiet, it's got lots of trees and privacy and a nice deck and good storage and secure parking. It's a safe place to walk at night, and ridiculously convenient to public transportation. I was thinking of putting in a small portable hot tub on the private back deck. I have plants. I have serenity. Now Princess Tasha and I are going to have to move again, and it looks like we'll have to move back to the Cracklandia I was so happy to leave behind. This town's housing market is like a rusted padlock, sealed tightly shut, impossible to get into without significant expertise or a really strong tool, and seriously not worth the money it'll cost you. Yet, living elsewhere is so not an option.
I'm viciously angry right now. Angry at being displaced, angry at a housing market that has left so many middle class people without options, angry that the seeming only option for me means a return living with criminals and the violence of poverty and the godforsaken, broken people who inhabit those communities.
I'm trying to see positive opportunities here, but it's difficult for the moment.
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Congrats on the good schedule, but that really, really sucks about the living situation. I'm going to say a little prayer to the Apartment Fairy for you.
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