This is surprisingly my first post in 2010, even though the year is already over 12% complete. It's been... that kind of busy that happens when you're not really busy in retrospect, but feel caught up in the flow while it's happening.
Right now I'm feeling stomach-turning anxiety about choosing a new apartment to live in; on one hand, there's the hip, expensive, trendy place with loads of hot women, a big pool, its own restaurants... this is meant for cool people. I can just afford the cheapest, smallest apartment. On the other hand, there's a quiet, 2-story, old (for raleigh) condo townhouse right next to the shopping area. Nothing special, about as expensive as what I have now, kinda worn and charming... very me. Very unspectacular. And now choosing an apartment has become a self-referendum for my identity. Am I hip? Can I pull off cool and energetic and perky? Or would I be the lame older single guy that lurks around 20-somethings in the hopes of some second-hand fun? Is that worse than just turning into a hermit?
Well, at least I've claimed to the realtor that I will be bringing in an application and checks tomorrow afternoon for the boring, if charming, townhouse. If it's like most of the other places I've lived, I'll be mildly disappointed with it up until about a month away from moving out of it. Maybe Fenway will like it.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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