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Pimping Seattle
Jun. 17th, 2001 10:34 pmI think I've added another two people to my list of people I want to move to Seattle.
I'm sure it's all some diabolical plot in my subconscious - not enough cool people live near enough, so let's import them. It's apparently succeeding - I've got two yeses, a maybe, an 'if I get a job offer' and now a 'hmm...'
And it makes me feel as if I don't quite have enough space.
I do - if we're just talking about myself. I have walls and walls of books, a private little tv/computer room, and a bedroom all to myself. I don't have enough closet space, but I haven't had that since the walk-in closet in the house on James Lane.
I don't have the public space though. I have a couch and a living room, and it's appropriate for reading in the dying summer sunlight and snuggling with cats, but the kitchen's tiny and there's not really enough room for the door-made-table.
And I want that space. I'm lustfully envious of BWH's giant table, and their living room, and their huge kitchen and their backyard. I want the space to host 14 at Thanksgiving, like I did at Dark Castle that one year. I want a patch of lawn that's not a postage stamp, and a garden I can plant with more than a single strip of veggies. I want to have the room for people to drop by, and hiding somewhere in that want is the want to have a roommate that I can respect, who I don't want to just stake and stick in a closet with an air freshener around her neck to keep the smell down.
I've been watching the boards at the U - wanting and watching. Summer's here with a vengeance, along with the migration of students, and all the houses and apartments available from now until September, when the market locks tight for another three months.
It's been 15 months since I last moved, and this last time, it felt permanent. But the roomie's wearing on me, and every time I assure myself or someone else that I could kick her out, I feel guilt - I could evict her by sheer force of personality, but I couldn't justify it. My reasons are cold - dead things left in the freezer to harden and warp.
It'd be much easier to tell her I'm moving out. The space problem and the roomie solved in one swell foop.
Only there's the rub. There's no way I could afford a place with the public space I crave by myself. And I don't really want to - with the one exception, I enjoy living with people. The people here, however, are all entrenched, and that leaves... the people I'm trying to get to move here. Deb's left me hanging for over a year, and while I understand why, I can't wait on her to help me solve my problems.
L&L are headed here in September, and I'm torn - it would be the perfect opportunity, and the timing for getting a house in the UDistrict couldn't be better, especially if I have all summer to hunt it down. But I'd be using them to satisfy my selfish house-lust, instead of unselfishly offering them my couch and computer and whatever else they need to get themselves on their own feet.
Not that that's necessarily Bad, upon reflection. Maybe a little Goodness-challenged... I just haven't found the perfect house yet, I suppose.
I'm sure it's all some diabolical plot in my subconscious - not enough cool people live near enough, so let's import them. It's apparently succeeding - I've got two yeses, a maybe, an 'if I get a job offer' and now a 'hmm...'
And it makes me feel as if I don't quite have enough space.
I do - if we're just talking about myself. I have walls and walls of books, a private little tv/computer room, and a bedroom all to myself. I don't have enough closet space, but I haven't had that since the walk-in closet in the house on James Lane.
I don't have the public space though. I have a couch and a living room, and it's appropriate for reading in the dying summer sunlight and snuggling with cats, but the kitchen's tiny and there's not really enough room for the door-made-table.
And I want that space. I'm lustfully envious of BWH's giant table, and their living room, and their huge kitchen and their backyard. I want the space to host 14 at Thanksgiving, like I did at Dark Castle that one year. I want a patch of lawn that's not a postage stamp, and a garden I can plant with more than a single strip of veggies. I want to have the room for people to drop by, and hiding somewhere in that want is the want to have a roommate that I can respect, who I don't want to just stake and stick in a closet with an air freshener around her neck to keep the smell down.
I've been watching the boards at the U - wanting and watching. Summer's here with a vengeance, along with the migration of students, and all the houses and apartments available from now until September, when the market locks tight for another three months.
It's been 15 months since I last moved, and this last time, it felt permanent. But the roomie's wearing on me, and every time I assure myself or someone else that I could kick her out, I feel guilt - I could evict her by sheer force of personality, but I couldn't justify it. My reasons are cold - dead things left in the freezer to harden and warp.
It'd be much easier to tell her I'm moving out. The space problem and the roomie solved in one swell foop.
Only there's the rub. There's no way I could afford a place with the public space I crave by myself. And I don't really want to - with the one exception, I enjoy living with people. The people here, however, are all entrenched, and that leaves... the people I'm trying to get to move here. Deb's left me hanging for over a year, and while I understand why, I can't wait on her to help me solve my problems.
L&L are headed here in September, and I'm torn - it would be the perfect opportunity, and the timing for getting a house in the UDistrict couldn't be better, especially if I have all summer to hunt it down. But I'd be using them to satisfy my selfish house-lust, instead of unselfishly offering them my couch and computer and whatever else they need to get themselves on their own feet.
Not that that's necessarily Bad, upon reflection. Maybe a little Goodness-challenged... I just haven't found the perfect house yet, I suppose.
