Day Twenty-Four: A Chronicle of Pinching Pennies

After almost a month of writing, I had an epiphany today. In the midst of all this ridiculous apartment-hunting, budgeting, and adding the numbers over and over, I had the thought that approaching my new life and the challenges that come with it might make a decent blog. I could write about starting out; about saving, calling the cable company, cooking for myself, cleaning my bathrooms, and building Ikea furniture. Okay, so it sounds about as exciting as morning church services on TV. But who knows? It might make for some fun and interesting reading at my own expense. Consider the possibilities.

Hopefully, I've been a little persuasive so far. If not, this may change some minds. On Sunday, as I previously mentioned, I was in an absolutely terrible mood. The storms of female times hung over my head and rained on anyone I tried to involve in conversation. Everyone who opened their mouth in my general direction was talking entirely too much. Needless to say, I was about as warm and inviting as a gila monster. I was definitely not in the mood to trudge out in the rain and look at an apartment. And then, my boyfriend called and I become an absolute disgrace. Cue the ominous music.

Bless his soul, he's nothing if not honest with me. After hearing my girlish groaning and childish stomping that I was absolutely not going to burden myself with looking at a potential place to live because I was too stressed out, he said something to the effect of, "...about what? Go. Go see it. You need to go see it, and you're as ready as you're going to be to start looking. Just go look at it." That's all it took. The flood gates opened, and I was a blubbering, incomprehensible mess. He was at a complete loss for words. My mom got annoyed at him for not supporting me, and annoyed at me that I was going out anyway. In ten minutes, I managed to send everyone in my life into a tizzy. Ah, the power of female ways. This was not a good way to start a new leg of my life.

So although I've leveled out since then and I don't feel nearly as stressed out, I'm still on a pretty rocky road with this apartment-hunting mess. I might make this a full-time writing topic if it's interesting enough, or I might not. But it's definitely a possibility.