Sunday, 06 May 2012
How come I never get laid, nice guys always lose. /How could she have another headache /There's always some kind of excuse
Man, that song is so catchy, but it's so.... sad? That's not the word I'm looking for, but it works.
I am so tired of losing a grand every month to keep a roof over my head. I am never any closer to owning this shelter that I pay for, I'm just paying for the privilege to live beneath it. My rent just increased, and that really drove the point home. Helloooooo, why are you doing this Christina?
Rawr. I'm thinking of setting all my ducks in a row and looking for a house. So that at least, if I have to move around, I have some chance of getting some return out of the money I'd be paying for shelter. And at best, I could maybe rent the place out and come back to live at the end, all payed for etc.
My mother's a big proponent of that. And there's a lot of sense in it. The only real benefit to apartment living is, you don't have to do the upkeep yourself, and it's way easier to move into and out of.
But I'm planning on being here a while. I have to be, according to the contract with my job.
There are other concerns involved here, less pragmatic and more emotional in nature, and I'll be thinking about this whole thing for some time. But I think I will go explore my options. Talk to some people, see what they think, that sort of thing. So that I'm not just complaining without any action taken. I hate it when I do that.