Nonplussed: Speechless, Perplexed

Just excuse me for a minute while I have a mid-twenties crisis. Now, I understand that there are much worse problems in the world. And that, overall, my life isn’t that bad, but just let me have a minute here.

So, it really is looking like Jenny and me are going to have to find a new place for June. I don’t think it will be generally difficult to find a new place to live, this time of year there are scads of houses available to rent. But the problem comes as most of the smaller, two bedroom places are as much, if not more than, we are currently paying. Maybe I have been living with too many people for too long, and so realistic rental amounts are beyond me, but I am not interested in paying overly inflated rent.

So, do we just stay where we are, turning the third bedroom into a game room or study? Or do we try and win someone over to be our third roommate? Is our current, centrally located, house okay, despite inflated utilities, smell of bacon and sound of screaming coming from the basement?

Or is it time to pack up and find a new location and new things to complain about? Is it maybe time to leave Victoria Park in the dust and try our hand at even the Westside?

I guess my biggest struggle is not the money I would have to pay for rent, or even the fact that with my current room condition, it will seriously take the whole month to get everything organized and packed up, but rather the notion of leaving Vic Park.

Now, some of you like moving, like meeting new people, like the adventure of the unknown. I do not. I have been in the same YSA ward for eight years. Shocking, I know. How that is even possible? It just might be a miracle. In my whole time as a Vic Parker, I have never gotten bored or been sad with the ward, and in fact, since my parents moved to Lethbridge, Vic. Park has become my family ward.

But now, no matter where I go, or what ward I move into, the reality is I will have to go alone. So, the question is, do I find a way to stay where I am, at least surrounded by familiar people and sights, or go for broke and leave the ward that has been nothing but good to me.

Someone asked me the other day if there was any potential to staying in my current ward, and the truthful answer is, no. I have tried my hand at almost everything and everyone that is there. And the others, I still always have as my internet boyfriends.

So maybe, just maybe, starting over could be the best thing. I have a little while before any final decisions need to me made.

I’m tired of being a nomad. I’m tired of being alone.

Sorry. I will be less panicky tomorrow.

As Always,