Two weeks ago, I moved in with my co-worker Natalie.
I know, I feel like it came out of left field too. So let me back it up and reverse it and explain how I went from living with WG1 to living with a co-worker I barely know.
Back during those winter months that never seemed to end, I started getting restless. I knew marketing isn't what I wanted to do with my life, but all the interviews and the resumes I had sent out weren't getting me any closer to my dream job in journalism. So I thought about possible solutions and the solution I ended up pursuing was applying to graduate school. Then I had to break the news to WG1 that once our lease was up in July that I most likely wouldn't be able to renew our lease (or rather move out of our shit hole apartment).
I remember when we had been discussing my moving out that she had been so concerned about our reader's reactions. Yes, you heard me right. Her first concern wasn't that we wouldn't see each other's bright smiling faces every day before and after work, instead she was worried that our reader's would freak out because we weren't living together anymore. As I expected, you all didn't seem too concerned. I kid. I'm sure you all shed a tear for the two of us.
So, WG1 decided to move back home to the suburbs and I frantically began searching for a sublet in Hoboken. I had a lot of luck finding creepers and a lot of dead ends on Craig's List. Then I thought I had found a winner when I met a group of frat guys looking for a new roomie (they had a kegerator and Wii!). But that little gem fell through the cracks and I was back at square one.
After I got back from London I had all of a week to find a place to live. My co-workers Small Fry and Red suggested I talk to Natalie who they said had a free room starting August 1st. And as luck would have it here I am sitting my new apartment (which has air conditioning - I know, I'm bragging now).
So far this has been working perfectly. The apartment is immaculately clean, nicely decorated and completely renovated. The apartment even has a washer/dryer!!! And yes, that amenity deserves multiple exclamation marks. I don't think anyone can understand what a horrible apartment we were living in. To name just a few things that made our apartment a shit hole: our ceiling fell in, we had no hot water for days on end, and I had no door on my room. Yea, we still don't know why we thought it was a good place to rent.
Luckily, I have the same commute at my new palace and Natalie and I get along pretty well. She works in a completely different department than me so we see each other only at the apartment, which means it's hard to get sick of each other when you only see each other three-four hours a day.
I got really, really lucky. Unfortunately, this little set-up I got going is just temporary until I find out about grad school. But for now, I'm loving living the plush life.