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For the 543,984,793th time in the four plus years I have lived in this three bedroom apartment, the third roommate is (apparently) leaving. While it is not 100% guaranteed, it seems her job with the government is transferring her Somewhere Else. And Mr. Anti-Social and I are left scratching our heads trying to figure out whether it is better to find Yet Another Fucking Roommate or to perhaps move in to a two-bedroom place and save ourselves the trouble.
Me, I'm lazy. I don't want to move. Not until I move back to Arizona, that is. I also don't want to pay more in rent per person than I am paying now, as would almost certainly be the case in a new two bedroom, in this complex or elsewhere. Also, if we re-up with the complex now (as opposed to July's end, the when the lease runs out), our rent will stay the same as it's been for quite some time. Which is a Good Thing.
So, the upshot is that I will probably have a room available for renting. Which could be yours.
Yes, you could be living in paradise. Key West. The Florida Keys. The tropics.
Sure, it's Key Weird. That's half the fun of it. It's a great plae with much magic, a ridiculously awesome nightlife, stupidly wonderful weather, and the kind of place that will make your friends and family jealous of you merely by the name. And more so when you send them pictures or they visit you. You can drink till four, sail outrageously blue waters, dive the third largest coral reef in the world, snorkel gorgeous seas, and generally get lost away from whatever is bothering you Back In The Real World. Hell, a lot of the people who come here do so to escape something else, be it the law, responsibility, life gone to shit, monotony, cold weather, the rat race, etc. I know a PhD who's happier know as a Key West boat captain than he was doing cancer research. His story is hardly a solitary one down here.
The neighborhood is in a nice area, what they call New Town, which is not downtown, but at the other end of the (two mile by four mile) island from the downtown insanity. This is great if you like to come home to a quieter place, and if you don't want to spend lots of money and/or time looking for a parking space, as those who live downtown do. It is also convenient to everything you might need, such as grocery stores, movie theaters, gas stations, etc.
The apartment itself is an upstairs one with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a decent-sized and fully-stocked kitchen, a mini-washer and dryer, and a balcony that overlooks the pool. (Oh, did I not mention the pool? This being Key West, you can take advantage of the pool most of the year. Unless, of course, you prefer the ocean, which is never far away....this being a small island.)
The room for rent comes with its own bathroom, a walk-in closet, and a large bed. And whoever rents it gets the (probably dubious) honor of living with Mr. Anti-Social and, of course, me. (As I said, dubious.)
Of course, there are downsides as well. A semi-minor one being that, since this is not downtown, sometimes getting home from the downtown bars can be a bit challenging. And while Key West has not gotten quite as shit on economically as the rest of the country (or even the rest of Florida), it still can be challenging to find a job down here. I have a very qualified friend who has been looking for a job for about a month now, with so far no success (though that may change this week). I would actually advise against moving here without a job lined up, even though people do it all the time.
No, I don't honestly expect that anyone from on here is going to up and move here. But I am so frustrated with this revolving roommate thing that I needed to vent. And who knows? Maybe someone here needs some new scenery.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I am going to go repeatedly slam my head into a brick wall until I feel better. This may take a few hours.
Me, I'm lazy. I don't want to move. Not until I move back to Arizona, that is. I also don't want to pay more in rent per person than I am paying now, as would almost certainly be the case in a new two bedroom, in this complex or elsewhere. Also, if we re-up with the complex now (as opposed to July's end, the when the lease runs out), our rent will stay the same as it's been for quite some time. Which is a Good Thing.
So, the upshot is that I will probably have a room available for renting. Which could be yours.
Yes, you could be living in paradise. Key West. The Florida Keys. The tropics.
Sure, it's Key Weird. That's half the fun of it. It's a great plae with much magic, a ridiculously awesome nightlife, stupidly wonderful weather, and the kind of place that will make your friends and family jealous of you merely by the name. And more so when you send them pictures or they visit you. You can drink till four, sail outrageously blue waters, dive the third largest coral reef in the world, snorkel gorgeous seas, and generally get lost away from whatever is bothering you Back In The Real World. Hell, a lot of the people who come here do so to escape something else, be it the law, responsibility, life gone to shit, monotony, cold weather, the rat race, etc. I know a PhD who's happier know as a Key West boat captain than he was doing cancer research. His story is hardly a solitary one down here.
The neighborhood is in a nice area, what they call New Town, which is not downtown, but at the other end of the (two mile by four mile) island from the downtown insanity. This is great if you like to come home to a quieter place, and if you don't want to spend lots of money and/or time looking for a parking space, as those who live downtown do. It is also convenient to everything you might need, such as grocery stores, movie theaters, gas stations, etc.
The apartment itself is an upstairs one with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a decent-sized and fully-stocked kitchen, a mini-washer and dryer, and a balcony that overlooks the pool. (Oh, did I not mention the pool? This being Key West, you can take advantage of the pool most of the year. Unless, of course, you prefer the ocean, which is never far away....this being a small island.)
The room for rent comes with its own bathroom, a walk-in closet, and a large bed. And whoever rents it gets the (probably dubious) honor of living with Mr. Anti-Social and, of course, me. (As I said, dubious.)
Of course, there are downsides as well. A semi-minor one being that, since this is not downtown, sometimes getting home from the downtown bars can be a bit challenging. And while Key West has not gotten quite as shit on economically as the rest of the country (or even the rest of Florida), it still can be challenging to find a job down here. I have a very qualified friend who has been looking for a job for about a month now, with so far no success (though that may change this week). I would actually advise against moving here without a job lined up, even though people do it all the time.
No, I don't honestly expect that anyone from on here is going to up and move here. But I am so frustrated with this revolving roommate thing that I needed to vent. And who knows? Maybe someone here needs some new scenery.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I am going to go repeatedly slam my head into a brick wall until I feel better. This may take a few hours.
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