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Living in the Mountains

31 Jan

I’ll be honest and say that I haven’t really experienced real “mountain living”, at least not yet.

The closest I’ve experienced is driving 25 mph up curvy canyon roads, just to get home and possibly be snowed in today. And that whole not sure if driving back into town is worth the money it costs in gas. Granted, if someone asked me right now, or even any night, to come hang out with them I would most likely head that way immediately.

I haven’t actually been snowed in yet, or had anything major happen, but my most recent move has brought about a few minor issues. First, there is the land line. Each time I pick up the phone I have to consciously think about if what I want to say to someone is worth calling them for. I can’t just send off a text. The phone that came with the apartment is a corded phone, to boot, but I might have to fix that sooner rather than later. And no one calls me. Ever. Really, its quite sad.

And then there is the water. It’s well water, and while I haven’t had it run out on me yet, each time I take a shower I worry that the water pressure won’t be enough to properly rinse my hair, so I end up towling my hair before I even finish the rest of my shower. I constantly think about what water-consuming tasks I need to do, and how much water I need for each, so that I don’t simultaneously run water for a load of dishes, put a load of laundry in, and then hop in the shower only to run out of water.

Speaking of dishes, that whole kitchen appliance thing is really kicking my butt. I have no dishwasher, and somehow my single existence seems to create just as many dishes as a family of 4. I’ve been keeping up, but damn! Then, just this morning, I found a whole new issue that I knew about, but when I realized what I was doing it was already too late.

Not only do I not have a dishwasher, but I don’t have a microwave or a toaster either (in my defense, my parents are storing them and I should have them next week). All morning I was looking forward to a nice bowl of Cream of Wheat, so when I got to the kitchen and realized I had to make it on the stove, I was exasperated. I’ve never had to do that before, and of course, I boiled over the milk, which I now have to go clean up. With every bowl of Cream of Wheat, I always make two pieces of toast. Toast. No toaster. That was another hard blow.

But I made my toast. On the stove. Kinda like grilled cheese.

So what would normally have taken a microwave-safe bowl, a plate to put toast on, a knife to put butter on the toast, and a spoon to eat my Cream of Wheat with took a pot, a skillet, two cooking spoons, a spatula, a bowl, a plate, a spoon, and a knife. And the cleaning supplies to clean up my boiled-over milk.

Yes, this entire post was about me whining about having to make Cream of Wheat on the stove.

What generally taken-for-granted items do you regularly go without? What’s the proper way to toast bread without a toaster? What was the last time you can remember not having something you rely on greatly, and how did you deal with it?

The Idea of Moving

13 Oct

Originally, moving was not in my game plan. Even still I’m a little reluctant.

The house I live in now kind of fell into my lap. I couldn’t have asked for a more relaxed landlord, but unfortunately I haven’t been living in my house for 7 weeks. Even that hasn’t been a driving factor, and now that I have internet at the place I’m staying, there is pressure to actual go back to reality.

And the reality of it all is that I’m worried that I’ll never be able to get my friends into my house again. I shouldn’t try to appease them, but really…that’s the only reason I have even considered looking for a new place. Everyone thinks its the best idea, and the best thing for me, but all I see is having to move a ton of furniture and stuff, and having to live with strangers and meet people all over again. It’s overwhelming, really…and now, more than ever, I worry about roommates.

If I could find a 1 bedroom house with a yard that accepts pets in my price range, I would jump on it. But that’s so, so hard to find.

What would you do? Should I appease my friends and move, or should I stick to my guns and tell them to get over it?

The Roommate Chronicles: Dealing with Death

19 Aug

I’m not sure even where to start.

I guess I can start at the beginning.

At the beginning of this month, I got a new roommate. I saw him every day for a little over a week, and then my life started to get even busier than it already is. Parties, friends, work, friends, stuff…you know how it goes.

Then, as it started to kind of slow down a tiny bit, I noticed something was wrong. I hadn’t seen him recently.

The feeling came as a smell first. Then it came as flies. Then, I panicked.

But I have great friends, and being who I am, sometimes I just need someone to talk me down and make me actually accept the logical reasons I’ve pushed to the back of my mind as actuality, and that’s just what they did.

But then, it was all validated. On Friday night, at just about midnight, the police came to my house, and discovered that my new roommate was dead in his room.

He’d been there for 5 days.

It’s kind of surreal to get that news, no matter how sure you are that’s what is wrong. Going into this situation that night, two of my friends made attempts to find him themselves, and I’m so glad they didn’t. I would feel terrible if they had been traumatized like that because of me.

I’m so thankful that door was locked.

When I started this series, I never imaged that I would be writing about this. And I almost don’t know what else to say.

Death isn’t something I’ve ever really had to cope with, and while this situation is a little different – I didn’t know him – I still need to deal with the situation.

One second, I’m over it and I just want to go home and continue with my normal routine. The next second, I’m clinging to the friends I was with that night, wishing that they never had to leave my side.

I’m currently staying at one of their houses, because my house is kind of uninhabitable at the moment, but as the week wears on I’m not sure what the next step is.

They keep telling me I need to move, but I don’t really feel that’s necessary. And I don’t know when I’ll be able to go back to my house, but the one I’m staying at kind of has an expiration date that’s coming quickly, and the other friend I can stay with will be out of town when that happens. I’m in weird limbo, and I don’t like it.

Maybe I’ll have more to say later. Maybe this is all there is.

The Roommate Chronicles: Round 3

5 Aug

I’ve officially reached round three of roommates.

The first guys moved out, then I got in 3 new roommates: The J’s (all of their names began with J). Soon enough, however, the last of those 3 will have moved out, and the first new roommate has already moved in.

I don’t know if I’ll be continuing with the chronicling of my ventures; the reason I stopped is actually because one of the J’s was a good friend of mine, so she wasn’t including in the stranger aspect of the series. And the other J had originally added me on Facebook, which is not only weird but prompted me to stop writing.

If there is one thing I’ve learned since living with strangers, is that it isn’t that bad, at least in my situation. My landlord is really good about working with people’s needs, so there is a lot of turnover in the house. I find that I prefer it that way, too. We all get to lead our separate lives, and I don’t have to put up with anyone that I dislike for too long of a period of time.

Let’s hope things continue in that manner.

It’s also nice that the roof over my head doesn’t depend on if I have a roommate, or if that roommate paid their rent and utilities on time.

Ever experienced a high-turnover roommate situation? How did you like it? Ever live with strangers, or any desire to?

Would You Be a Housewife/Husband?

8 Jul

 

It has come to my attention that although some women continue to fight and struggle for equal rights, others would still prefer to stay home while their husbands work and “bring home the bacon”. I’m not saying they are mutually exclusive by any means, but I definitely think they are contradictory.

Some women choose to stay home with their children to care for them and avoid babysitting costs. Its understandable enough. You get the kids off to school, clean up the house, then welcome them back when they get home and then make dinner for their husbands who will be home soon. What confuses me even more than being a stay at home mom is being a stay at home wife. No children…just staying at home.

I can’t even imagine what I would do every day if I didn’t have a job. Yes, days off and vacations are nice, but I would get super bored super fast, especially if all of my friends worked. Aside from potential extreme boredom, I would feel as though all of my independence was gone. I wouldn’t have any of my own money, I wouldn’t contribute to bills or food or anything. That also puts me in a bad position if he was to suddenly lose his job. There would be stress on me to find a job, there would be stress on him to find a job, and there would be stress put on our relationship. This is the same for men and women. Not to mention we would have more money if we both worked, which sums up to more saving, more travelling, more fun, and more extravagant living.

There is also an issue as to what is expected of the person who stays home. Should he/she do all the cleaning? I’ve also speculated that when men stay at home they are considered freeloaders, which isn’t fair to them when women are doing the same thing.

Are you a stay at home mom/dad/wife/husband? If you aren’t, would you want to be? When does staying at home cross the line into freeloading?