Siddity in the City

I still don’t have a place. I miss having one. All my things more or less live in the same general area, just waiting for me to use them. Oh god, I miss my things, the assorted bric-a-brac that makes up my life. For instance, as my family gears up for Thanksgiving, I find myself longing for the use of my culinary tools, currently locked in a storage facility. Ugh. I think I’m cooking part of turkey day dinner at my folks’ place, but my mother is not yet ready to relinquish the actual turkey, so I will likely be relegated to sides. That’s ok. Maybe I’ll have an apartment by Christmas. Meh.

I saw the most beautiful apartment earlier this week–a true 1BR, with livingroom, bath and separate eating nook, for under $1000. It had an electric oven, but I liked it anyway. I almost applied. Alas, it’s roughly 100 blocks north of any hint of a social life. If I find a roommate, I might still try, but it’s unlikely.

Monday, I start a new job, gloryamenhallelujah. Income means my savings stop shrinking, I can start buying fun toys like a new MacBook, and I’ll have to spend at least an hour a day outdoors! *clapping furiously* Sigh. I miss happy-busy-city Sid.

*blink*

Okay, I miss busy city Sid. You know what I mean.