After sending out many, many emails to people about finding shelter, some of them will inevitably respond. Some seem like a good fit. Others....well, one young lady asked if we would be friends. How do I know? Maybe you do nothing but watch reality TV and cool food that smells weird. I could tolerate that in a roommate, but a friend....I think not.
When you finally get to meet the people after working out schedules, etc. It is a bit nerve racking. You are in this foreign environment that might one day be your own, but for that time you are an interloper. One of tens of people being sold the apartment as you trying to sell yourself. Trying to be friendly, but not over the top. Engaging, but not creepy. Funny, but not an asshole. Interested, but relaxed. It sucks.
So I am still am man without a home. Still commuting over 4 hours a day. Which is just a great way to spend time. So productive while jammed in between people wearing too much cologne. I sneeze, my coffee spills, they get upset - but it is their own fault - cause who wears that much cologne?
You can see why I need to find a place ASAP.
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