| This is the start to something new. A journal, or something of the sort, to document what's going on with me in regards to the big move. No longer is this Xanga page going to function as rant city. Rather, I'll post pictures and comments and thoughts on how it feels to be ridiculously poor in the City of Angels. If I'm feeling the need to rant, I'll make it private (like all the rest of the entries I've ever typed).
I hope that this can function somewhat as a type of one-way communication for those of you that I don't get to talk to on a regular basis. We shall see, eh?
Step 1: Find a place to rest my head
Around midnight last night I got back into DFW from a long day of traveling after having left Orange County, CA about 11 hours earlier. (Note: I had a connecting flight in Denver. For whatever reason, my plane was delayed almost 5 hours. I already had a 3-hour layover before the delay. Thankfully, the Colts-Patriots game provided some good entertainment there at the end.) I had flown into The OC (as "they" really do call it) the Thursday before. My short 3 day, 3 night trip was so that I could go apartment shopping and hopefully line up a place to live. My plan was, and still is, to move as soon as possible so I can get settled in and start working.
Fortunately, we DID find a place. Funny enough, it was the first place that my roommate seriously considered, and he found it within the first day or two of searching (before I arrived). This was the same guy who wanted me to be out there with him for weeks searching for a place. Well, although my aunt and I found other places (well, more like one other place), I loved the place Ari had found. YAY! Hard work done, right? Negative.
I'm now back in Texas and have found out that the place is ours, with one stipulation: we pay double the deposit and first month's rent. Why? Well, neither of us is currently employed. Risky situation for a landlord. Understandable. However, this is frustrating to me, because this massive amount of money (combined with my moving expenses) all at once will kill off 2/3rds of the savings I have for moving out there and starting life. Ewww...
That is the current situation. I'm sure we're going to stick with it and get this place though. It is just frustrating to me to start out so shaky. But the biggest risks sometimes provide the biggest rewards. Hopefully, years down the road, this will have proved to be one of those risks.
Step 2: Sign the lease and pay them almost all I have. (Death surely ensues, yes?)
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