“The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one
persists to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends
on the unreasonable man.”
- George Bernard Shaw
I feel like my stress level has been so high for so long that if it drops mt brain might shut off from lack of adrenalin. The last week has been a mess. First the Jetta was at the shop all week while I lived with my parents, then the mechanic gave up and in a phone call I lost my home, transportation and freedom. That wasn't easy to handle. At times like these there is a very little you can do but shake yourself off and start constructing a new plan. Lucky for me I have a million plans and they are constantly evolving.
I looked for a van first or a camper I could buy cheap and quick, but there's not much out there right now. Maybe next month as the weather gets colder. Then I began looking for cheap apartments to move into ASAP. There aren't a lot of places that will let you move in with a hand full of cash and no landlord references, but I found one in a small city I lived in a long time ago. I met the guy last night and signed up on the spot.
I'm renting a room in a house for $150 per week everything included, which sounds like a lot but the lease only goes through the winter and I would be paying that much in heat alone at another place. It's not on the pretty side of downtown, but it's convenient. The landlord was hesitant to rent to me only because my three roommates are all middle aged men, one of whom reportedly has quite a drinking problem.
Instead of driving me to work this morning my father drove me to my new place. I brought a few duffel bags of clothing and accessories, the futon mattress from the car, and my old green trunk with a new silver padlock. Dad helped me haul it up the stairs and didn't say a word about the plastered hole in the wall or Bob, who was making coffee in a scandalously short bathrobe. I was moved in within twenty minutes, an advantage of living light.
I was going to try to get to work for the last half of the day, but instead have been taking a mental health day curled up at the library reading. I also was suppose to meet up with the landlord this morning but, at nearly 11am, I'm beginning to think that our definitions of "morning" may be different. I'll have to take the bus to work tomorrow and figure out how to get it home. It's a switch from what I've been use to but Einstien said that “The measure of intelligence is the ability to change.”