I'm reading a book by the National Association of REALTORS (their capital letters) telling me that I should probably be making $17,000 more per year (gross) before I start looking for a shitty 1-bedroom hovel in Gresham.
But I persist. Today's plan includes looking for bookshelves on Craigslist and giving space to M.M. so that she can decide if she wants to move herself and her two cats into my 1-bedroom apartment. It would be tight, but I'd save a bunch of money. Life is imperfect and I'm kind of tired of searching for places to live. I'd rather get rid of a bunch of my stuff and make room for someone else. I love this neighborhood, this proximity to everything. I want to live it out as much as possible.
I would not be able to afford an inhabitable house anywhere around here, I don't think. Far N Portland, like West/North of St. John's, is probably the closest thing I could afford. This process really is going to force me away from my tendency for jealousy, otherwise I'll be jealous of all 12,000 houses between my current apartment and where I'll eventually live. Jealousies like "oh you motherfucker, you fucking bought a house with your parent's money that you don't deserve". I need to shut up with that business, because it does not bring Positive Energy into my life.
Positive Energy. Drink another cup of coffee. Meeting M.M. at the Alberta Arts Hop at 2 p.m., near Vita Cafe.
Maybe I will get a hanging indoor plant or plant the sunflower seeds today. Must borrow shovel.
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