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Found out last night that my mother's rommate Laura is moving out at the end of the month. She's going to Spain for the summer to live with her boyfriend and she's not sure whether or not they'll be moving in together when she returns. At the very least mom is gonna need to find a summer subletter, though she'll more likely just look for a new roommate all together.
I hate it when mom has to look for a new roommate. I know she doesn't like having to adjust to a brand new person. Up to now she has been very lucky. So far she hasn't attracted a single psychopath and she's been through three different roommates since she started taking on tenants. I just worry that her luck is gonna run out. That she'll end up with some freak who steals shit or goes through her personal stuff when she isn't at home. Someone who doesn't clean up after themselves and gives her lip. My mom isn't a difficult person to live with if you aren't her child. She's presonable without being nosey, and as long as her roommate doesn't mind Mike and I popping in and out as we please, there are never any problems.
As long as it took me to move out, I actually thought that once Laura left I might move back in. Of course, that was assuming I got a better paying job and Laura stayed for a few more years. If I were to rent out the second bedroom living with mom would be much more tolerable because I'd actually have my own space again, the lack of which was what caused me problems in the first place. But at present the rent is too high for me to afford (over 750 a month) plus, the thought of moving back in makes me twitchy. I like my apartment. It's little, but it's quiet and no one badgers me about my living habits. I just don't like the idea of my ever aging mother having to live with strangers for the rest of her life. She should be able to live with someone she knows.
At any rate, if any of you can vouch for someone who will be in need of an apartment June 1st or after, lemme know. Apartment is on the Upper West Side, it's a bloody HUGE two bedroom, the spare bedroom is 14 x 17 and has a ginormous closet, shared kitchen, dining room, living room, and bathroom, rent north of 750 a month and south of 790, to be shared with a pleasant 60 year old lady who works all day and naps all night (and her two wayward adult children who have technically moved out but always seem to be at their mother's apartment and who are perfectly harmless and fun to hang out with.) Go, spread the word.
Had a rough night. Turned off the light around 3 AM and by 4 I was so anxiety ridden I couldn't keep my eyes closed. Got up, read a little, that helped. Did that several times: laid down, thought the bad thoughts, got back up, read some more. Night time is a terrible place for the depressed. All we do is think ugly thoughts.
I had more to say. I forgot what.
I hate it when mom has to look for a new roommate. I know she doesn't like having to adjust to a brand new person. Up to now she has been very lucky. So far she hasn't attracted a single psychopath and she's been through three different roommates since she started taking on tenants. I just worry that her luck is gonna run out. That she'll end up with some freak who steals shit or goes through her personal stuff when she isn't at home. Someone who doesn't clean up after themselves and gives her lip. My mom isn't a difficult person to live with if you aren't her child. She's presonable without being nosey, and as long as her roommate doesn't mind Mike and I popping in and out as we please, there are never any problems.
As long as it took me to move out, I actually thought that once Laura left I might move back in. Of course, that was assuming I got a better paying job and Laura stayed for a few more years. If I were to rent out the second bedroom living with mom would be much more tolerable because I'd actually have my own space again, the lack of which was what caused me problems in the first place. But at present the rent is too high for me to afford (over 750 a month) plus, the thought of moving back in makes me twitchy. I like my apartment. It's little, but it's quiet and no one badgers me about my living habits. I just don't like the idea of my ever aging mother having to live with strangers for the rest of her life. She should be able to live with someone she knows.
At any rate, if any of you can vouch for someone who will be in need of an apartment June 1st or after, lemme know. Apartment is on the Upper West Side, it's a bloody HUGE two bedroom, the spare bedroom is 14 x 17 and has a ginormous closet, shared kitchen, dining room, living room, and bathroom, rent north of 750 a month and south of 790, to be shared with a pleasant 60 year old lady who works all day and naps all night (and her two wayward adult children who have technically moved out but always seem to be at their mother's apartment and who are perfectly harmless and fun to hang out with.) Go, spread the word.
Had a rough night. Turned off the light around 3 AM and by 4 I was so anxiety ridden I couldn't keep my eyes closed. Got up, read a little, that helped. Did that several times: laid down, thought the bad thoughts, got back up, read some more. Night time is a terrible place for the depressed. All we do is think ugly thoughts.
I had more to say. I forgot what.
