apartment hunting

I went up to College Town this weekend to find an apartment with Di. I only just moved six months ago, so I can’t get myself too excited about it. The more places you live, the more you realize that they are all the same. Especially student apartments. In College Town, they are either nicer and further from campus or older and closer. They are all about the same price and the leases almost always start in September. I think we were a bit bored with the whole prospect. We have two decent options, one of which is slightly better. They are across the street from one another. Di needs to be in town by mid-August, so it depends on whether we can move in to that place early. I don’t particularly care. If we move in early August, I’ll go to my mom’s for a few weeks to save money. If not, I’ll try to work in San Jose an extra month and earn extra money. I hate working, so it is fine with me either way. It is weird how I have absolutely nothing to keep me in San Jose, despite living here for a whole year. Not a single thing.

I’d seen the nicer one with Paddy when I went up the other week; he had lived there after moving out of the dorms. Di and I went on Saturday to see it but the management wasn’t around so we made an appointment for the next day. We figured we may as well check out the one across the street. While we were walking around the complex, my sister came out and flagged us down. I knew she lived around there somewhere, but I’d totally forgotten that she lived in that complex. We accompanied her to the Co-op, so that I could buy her beer. I made her buy Di’s lemonade. So it begins and I haven’t even moved there yet. Apparently I missed some kind of flag waving masseur in the store who advertises his services as “Asian bodywork.” I was sorry not to have noticed him.

Paddy’s in Ireland for his mother’s 60th birthday/retirement party. I wish he were back already.