Moving?

by M. Lizabeth Currain

Maybe? I’m almost 98% sure at this point that I might move out of my apartment. Decisions like these need to be made carefully and with a lot of thought. This is pretty much all I’ve been thinking about for the past few days.

Currently I live by myself. I’ve been in this apartment for almost two years; a record for me, considering that I’ve been in eight apartments in the last five years. To be fair, at least three of those were sublets while I looked for a more permanent residence. I happened upon this apartment via the magical Craigslist. The price was right at the time. Well, what I mean by the price was right, is that I was able to live paycheck-to-paycheck. Able to just get by. After almost a year of living here, I quit my job to go to grad school. I worked part-time my second semester and was able to save enough to only have to work part-time this summer. Oh, student loans; they are so wonderful until you realize you are going to have to pay them back. Now that I’m heading into the last year of grad school, I’m thinking about my future. Jobs aren’t guaranteed once one graduates and it would be nice to have a cushion while looking for a full-time job.

Now the opportunity has come up to live with a friend of mine. The room is basically about the same size as my current apartment and almost half the price. It’s a couple blocks from the park, the distance to the train is the same, and the commute is the same as well. Also, her front door doesn’t open up directly into her stove; mine does. My fridge is also in my living room. But when you’ve been living by yourself for two years, you are hesitant to give up that freedom/space for fear that you might never be able to get it back.

The pros for moving definitely outweigh the cons. I’d be saving a lot of money and maybe a change of scenery would do me good. I am sad that I wouldn’t get to say I live in Bed-Stuy anymore. There goes some of my street cred! I just hate moving in general. Having to pack up all of my shit. I’ve definitely pared down a lot of my belongings. I still have a lot of craft/sewing supplies leftover from my fashion days. Maybe in a new space I could get back into crafty stuff. Maybe I’m hoping a move will make my life better?  I really like my current neighborhood, but I seriously dislike all the dumpster diving, porkpie hat wearing, hipsters I see moving into it. They were eventually going to price me out of this neighborhood anyways. I may as well get out while the getting is good!

I think I have had two signs that point to yes in regards to moving out. Yesterday, the shelf and attached hanging bar fell out of the wall of my only closet. Then today, the power went out when I was blow drying my hair for no reason, since I had to wait around for someone to come flick a switch in the basement to turn it back on. The closet breaking though, that was, just, yeah. Also my fridge sucks. I’ve made some good memories in this apartment. Maybe it’s time to go make some memories someplace else that’s cheaper.

My brother and I also came up with a way for me to get my ABC Family movie made. I would just take that whole “365 days” blog idea and use it to blog about finding a guy to date and be able to move in with. Then I end up falling and love! It definitely has that ABC Family made-for-tv-movie quality to it. If I can’t play myself, I would like Raven-Symoné to portray me. Yes. Raven-Symoné. Do any of you have a problem with that? Also, if anyone from ABC Family is reading this and steals this idea, I WILL SUE YOU!

I leave everyone with this little bit of wisdom that I text messaged my brother earlier in regards to my mom being worried that I will be unhappy if I move: I’m unhappy wherever I am, I might as well be paying less to be unhappy!

Really though…happy as a clam. All the time. Ugh, I totally don’t want to go to work tomorrow.