I’m pregnant! Ha! JUST KIDDING. Seriously, that would be breaking and terrible news, but seriously I’m not pregnant. The real breaking news is that I’m moving to Raleigh! Yes, ladies and gentleman, this Richmond-loving gal is taking her sassy and professional pants and relocating to another of this nation’s great state capitals. My place of gainful employment has decided that I am also eligible for an outstanding raise to 6 figures! Just kidding again! Sadly no raise, but bonus! I’m moving out of my parents’ home finally! I do love me some Momma Sassy and Poppa Pants; [+1 for using a semicolon in a blog] however, it is a well known fact that humans are the only race that allow their young to return to the nest. Ever. And so I am now happy to vacate that stereotype. However I will say a big ole thank you to my parental units for allowing me to live there sans rent payment, sans grocery purchasing, sans utility bills payment, and sans…I just like using the word sans. Makes me feel smart. But hey, thanks Ma and Daddy! Miss Sassy Pants loves you and wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for your…well, you. High five to you both.
SO now that I found out officially, I’ve been searching for the perfect place to call my new temporary home. My assignment is only for 6 months, so Richmond won’t get to miss me too much before I’m back. And let me share something about this apartment search: it is ridiculous. There are about 9 billion colleges in the Research Triangle or whatever it’s called – Raleigh, Durham, and Chapel Hill. And let’s throw in Cary and Wake as well. They should call it the Research Pentagon. Whatever. Many colleges means that it is difficult to find an apartment that is not chock full of college students. Yes I know I just graduated, but I do not have the same sleeping habits as I used to! I need to be in tip-top shape every day so people don’t think I’m a crazy party animal who comes to work hungover every day and has nutso red streaks in my hair. As we already discussed, this is not professional. And even if I am not really hungover, if I do not get sleep I will look hungover which is basically just as bad. Also I don’t like the smell of beer and puke anymore, and would prefer not to trip over beer cans and bongs on my way out the door in the mornings, as I did in my previous life as a college gal.
N. E. Ways. So it’s a challenge. I find myself stepping outside the box in a major way, by searching up craigslist (I mean!) for a roommate. Yes I responded to a couple ads, yes I heard back from one or two, and yes I will be meeting them this weekend. Get hyped. I’m a little nervous about this prospect, given that random roommates are a toss-up. I got so lucky freshman year (love to the original roomz, you rocked/rock my world), and then had a little hiccup and then got lucky again and then I had friends. Which some would say is also luck. But whatever. It’ll be an adventure, less expensive, and maybe I’ll even make new friends. Novel idea, eh? Anywho, I’ll report back after my epic journey to le triangle this weekend…hopefully I will have something signed by then. This would definitely give me some serious peace of mind!
Positivie notes: Get excited to discover and explore the Rals (new name for Raleigh, just came up with it, love) with me! I can’t wait to find my new favorite shoe store (window shopping and dreaming only – I’m on a serious budget!), manicure place (again, dreams), Panera location (for once a month splurges, sad), night-time hot-spot (again, special occasions, happy hours, $1 PBR only), and gym site (discounted by my employer because I’m “remote”…muahaha). I am most nervous about the gym, as there are numerous locations nearby from which I must choose! What if I pick the one full of old skeezy dads?! Sorry, that was offensive. Not all dads are skeezy, but you know, lots of old men are creepy and I don’t want to be with a bunch of boomers or middle-aged dudes and cougars with their kids in the massive day-care. Let me tell you about the kids center in my current gym: empty. That’s the way I like and prefer it. Also it’s embarrassing when the cougar next to me in pilates is more flexible than I. Not that I’ve ever experienced that, just saying. Plus, bad/mediocre scenery = less motivation to workout. Obvs. Digression again!
Bottom line: get excited, I’m taking you all with me in my blessed little heart! Until next time, keep the sass on high.