...not that war. MY war, the one where I'm trying to find someplace to live that isn't either sleazy, gross, way too expensive, or so far out in the boonies, my car slides backwards off the hill.
lol, I thought I had good tires until I tried to head up this highway I never knew was a highway--aren't they supposed to be BIG?? My poor baby, choking and sputtering and backsliding. Of course it was pouring down hail, and rain drops the size of basketballs, and my kids were going, "but Mom...you brought the weather with you, it's not like this all the time. Really."
Really?
You mean the snow, hail, person-flattening rain drops and horrific cold isn't normal for the Northwest?
My oldest kid keeps talking about lehars, and once I looked at the earthquake map, the lehar map and other terrible things nobody talks about, I wanted to put my boxes back in the truck and roll on out of here.
Instead, I'm headed out to look at a circa 1930's house on a pull off so big, the arrival of a grocery store was front page news.
Don't get me wrong, I collect stuff from the thirties. I have this enormous collection of bakelite kitchenware and hammered aluminum, but--this place (yeah, so I did the creepy stalker and peered in the windows. What can I say? I'm getting desperate) has original hardware, hexagonal tile floors and little dangly tin pulls on the heat registers (see? I said "heat registers", 'das what they are)
Traffic is not good. Food is way expensive, gas is extreme, and right--maybe I didn't know how good I had it back in Virginia. Virginia is like a bubble, all isolated and alone, except for the 7-11's.
I dunno.
I'm just getting really tired. House-apartment-whatever hunting is a long drawn out process, and I'm eating gas like there's no tomorrow. *wah*
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Ugh. I hope you find a place soon. Did you have fun with Gwen? She said she was going to get to hang with you. I was JEALOUS.
I had dreams all morning long before I woke up that there were earthquakes. Only I was at my mom's house in Indiana (which doesn't have earthquakes) and she told to quit panicking. It was really weird.
Whenever I think about Seattle, I think of Sleepless In Seattle with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. He had a sweet set-up right off the bay. (I think it was a bay. Might've been the ocean, though.)
Sure hope you find something you love soon. Do you have a realtor?
I know someone who used to live on Vasshion Island. It sounded like a sweet set up, but may be over crowded now.
Hey Unhinged, I dreamed I was packing my son's backpack for school and kept getting interrupted by the need to deal with dinosours that kept barging in.
lol, I have nightmares, but I usually wake up and go, "Ohhhh, nightmare. Right." And get something to eat.
no realtor yet. People want me to make all kinds of money to qualify for their help, but if I had that kind of money, I'd have the "other" kind of realtor. The kind who finds you what you want and sells it to you. *sigh*
So this is the first load I've hauled back into my apt. on what will be the first night I've been able to stay here for more than a few hours in over a month.
Dang.
An old house with killer radiators might suit you well, hon'.
Isn't VA one of the cheapest places in the country to live? But think of all the urbanity in Seattle, home of "Here Come The Brides."
Hate to bug you all, but does anyone know anything about first publication rights, and the right to ownership of the piece (for freelancers)? Also is the right to publish on the web worth a few extra bucks or should it just be part of the deal?
This just came up at a place I've been writing for for years and I've hardly had time to breathe let alone decipher if I'm getting ripped off or not.
Thanks Jodi.
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