Honestly, I was prepared to cite procrastination as the reason this post hadn’t gone up at the beginning of August 1, when I actually moved into my new place, and just feel bad about it as usual.
First of all, it’s not the blogging that I’ve been procrastinating; it’s just that having an editing queue multiple (paid and pro bono) projects deep leads to a journey of a guilt trip that makes The Lord of the Rings trilogy look like a quick errand to drop off something at the jeweler. That was a really long way of saying, it’s a hell of a guilt trip if I blog before I finish my editing.
And secondly, I now have the luxury of hindsight to look at the big picture of my Wacky Housing Adventure, and its sequel, The Long-Term Effects of my Wacky Housing Adventure, coming to theaters the summers of 2015 and 2017, respectively.
So from mid-March through the end of July, my living situation was in a constant state of uncertainty and flux, with a healthy dollop of stress dreams and low self esteem due to trying and failing to impress potential roommates, who happened to have really high standards. Only the select chosen few get to live in a $625 room with a bay window in Ridgewood! I know that’s a bit of a downer to hear, but that’s how it is. Keep in mind this story has a happy ending.
Looking back, it’s all a blur now though. There was a lot of Craigslist surfing (we all know how that goes), getting my computer repaired literally days before the warranty ran out, a few disorienting mornings waking up in pitch blackness on the couch, lots of filming and the associated running around Manhattan, as well as the associated getting yelled at by a guy pulling a cart up subway stairs, and most excitingly, a trip across New York State to Niagara Falls and the Thousand Islands with Kristina and her mom.
As I detailed in a previous post, post-Greenpoint I moved in with Kristina for two months. It was a strange, transitional period in the middle of a larger strange transitional period. Which, if you really want to get all transitional Inception about it (transception?) was in the middle of an even larger strange transitional period, that one being the one that began around this time last year when I first decided to strike out on my own as a freelancer.
Just like finding a place to live, it’s been an uphill battle the whole way–for the longest time gigs weren’t that common and I just barely paid the bills, and only in the past couple months have the gigs really piled up, increasing my money but really decreasing my time. But it’s all great experience, and I’ve even found the time to start watching Doctor Who on Netflix. And, oh yeah, I can afford a Netflix account now.
So now I have a new place to live, and it’s the best place I’ve lived so far. All the problems my previous places have had (lack of windows, being located in Bushwick, poor maintenance, scumbag mice, scumbag landlords, lack of oven, lack of freezer) are no longer an issue here. It’s really easy to take having an oven for granted. Not having one for two years has made me really excited at all the possibilities I have now.
And with that, my exile comes to a close.