Moving On

You know, writing here has been happening less and less. I guess because life has been happening more and more and I have less time to rehash it all before more stuff happens.

So one way or another we are leaving our apartment in 30 days. I can't really give too many more details than that yet because I don't know many more. We pay too much to put up with the stupid shit that happens around here. We expected way more than this.

I feel sad about that. I really looked forward to living here again. What a shame.

I took savannah to GS yesterday. It was at a church that donated a room and across the street there was a house for sale and it was in a so so neighborhood, one that looks promising but has ghetto written all over it and so I called the realtor number on the sign and left a message. Then I had to sit there in the car for and hour and a half waiting for her meeting to let out, and we read The Hobbit, but this man with really long hair came riding by on a bike with a plastic carton tied to the back and he looked at me funny...hatefully. So I immediately rolled up the windows and turned the truck on incase i needed to drive away and that made him look meaner. Then I watched him for an hour as he went through the people's trash across the street from the house for sale and they had dumped a bunch of large furniture out on the curb to be taken away and he found a can of white spray paint and a wooden box of some sort then proceeded to spray the inside of the box and stick his head into it to huff the fumes for an hour. That is when I realized that I was going to have to give up trying to be happy here in Ft. Lauderdale, because the only houses we can afford are in neighborhoods like that where old weird vagrants are huffing paint fumes in the garbage across from your house.

As I am writing this, the realtor called me about that house. They want $249,000.00 for it. They are insane.

Posted by gwendolyn on March 17, 2004 at 04:26 PM