Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I think she's not being fair to you, given that she knows her moving out is behind your moving out, and if you'd known about her plans, you might not have booked the Europe trip. I still think you should stick up for yourself, but can understand your reluctance, so...
Can you move out before you go to Europe? Or move out a bunch of stuff before hand and finish moving after you get back? That way neither of you are stuck with living there in August.
That's what I would do, even though it SUX.
Yeah. That's then 2nd thing I would do. You're going to be packing, anyhow. Pack it all up in July, and when you get back from Europe, you just have to get it out.
I'm kind of glad you dodn't know this before you decided to go to Europe, because you might have decided not to
I definitely wouldn't have.
It's funny, though. Part of the reason I'm going (Besides OMG Europe) is to kind of blow apart my comfort zone. I figured if I wanted to make all the changes in my life I plan to, I need to be able to get past things that seem new and scary.
Now, it's like I'll have jumped half of those hurdles before I even get on the plane. Does that even make any sense?
You know what, Lilty? This kind of stuff always shakes out. It's a pain, but it will happen. The European trip will be a blast, and then you'll have some months in inbetweenie land, and then you'll find a new place (hopefully in Somerville!).
The year after I got out of college I saved my money to go to Europe. A few months beforehand my group house dissolved and I didn't really have a place to stay. My old roommate put me up for a month before I took my trip. I came back, and another friend put me up for another month while I went apartment hunting. It was fine. This was all in Boston too.
Cereal:
I just called my mom. She said of course I could move home just as soon as I wanted to and there is plenty of family to help me do it.
Damn it. I don't know why I'm taking this so hard. It's one stupid month.
Lilty, did I tell you the story about my move? The full story? I can't remember if I put that in my e-mail or not...I don't want to repeat myself...
See? It's okay. Think of it this way: what you have in the bank right now is freedom and fluidity and a relative lack of mortgage/child-rearing responsibilities. You're trading on that now to go to Europe. When you come back, you'll build up your account of stability again. It's just go-with-the-flow time. Out of the comfort zone and into the pool!
What David said. It will be annoying and a pain in the ass, but that's all it will be, and then it will be solved. These things always get worked out. I speak as an Old Buffista, who has had many many rental/moving/roommate insanities over the years.
You guys are right. Crying jag over, deep breath taken.
Thank you.
ETA: And vw, you did, and you were so right. I think I'm just in a childish "I wanted the whole summer of freedom" mindset. Or something. My mom is like a siren. Two seconds on the phone and she's all soothing and "Just move home. We'll help you. It will be fine."
So Europe will be my last hurrah, and then I've got a weekend in Vermont in August for a friend's wedding. It will be a nice break from the inevitable re-adjustment period.
I think I'm just in a childish "I wanted the whole summer of freedom" mindset.
I get that. It'll be ok, though. And I'm glad your mom was soothing. And, when you need to get away and have a break, there's a couch here in Cambridge.
