Found a room!!

So... I think I've found a room in New Hampshire.

I'll be spending $400 a month. Total. That means for everything: cable, internet, utilities, heat, phone, water, etc.

$400! I can't believe it. She'll check my references and after that, it's mine. It's in a family home so I'll live with a couple and their little girl. I don't really care though, not at all. Not for $400.

So, keep your fingers crossed that this will work out for me, becasue that's the BEST price I'm probably ever going to find.

Farm Livin' is the Life For Me... maybe

So I spent the weekend at a friends farm out in the country. She lives on a 28-acre converted watermelon patch. (I think that's what she said it used to be.) It's a nice chunk of land, a little hilly and desolate, with a big 8-foot deep 20-foot (est.) wide pond full of snakes (or so many of us believe). We played a drinking game called "Moose", had a water balloon fight, petted donkeys and goats, watched dogs frolic, grilled hamburgers, and snacked nonstop. It was pretty fun and very relaxing for me. Part of me has always imagined myself living in the country when I'm older. Only I wouldn't pick central Texas as a location--I'd choose somewhere up north where it's cooler. I know nothing about farming or livestock, but I could probably make it work. I just want a lake/pond and a white Aflac-like duck. One day... perhaps. I think I just need to live in a place where there's a lot of nature around. Nature that's not surrounded by huge blood sucking bugs and 100-degree weather.

Transitioning...

I haven't written about writing here in a while. I'm intrigued by the idea of graphic novels. I actually know very little about this genre. A current UNH student mentioned Adrian Tomin's graphic novel "Shortcomings". I haven't looked into this yet. I was also introduced to Coco Wang's strip about the China earthquakes on Margosita's blog "Learning to Write, Among Other Things". This strip is powerful--at least it was for me anyway. If only I could draw, I could probably come up with some killer novels this way. However, I'm still perplexed by this style and need to investigate more. Right now all I can think is: "How/why does a long comic book have more clout than a chic-lit (popular fic) novel in the literary world?" and "Does it?" Very confusing. I may leave work early and go peruse the Barnes and Nobel graphic novel section. Anyone have any other good recommendations?

I suppose I'm in another writing fog. I'm about 9 pages into this latest chapter and yet have little desire to complete it. I've lost the groove. I wish I wouldn't slip in and out of the flow, but it happens all the time. So, I need to find my way back to the groove. I wonder if I'm getting bored with the story. I've been thinking about this story that I've been writing on-and-off for a few years. That's usually a key that I'm bored with something (daydreaming about other things). Maybe I should outline this new/old story to get it out of my head.

Roomie Updates: I received another email this weekend from a potential roommate--she seems pretty interesting and laid back through email. So, I'll keep communicating with her and we'll see. The other girl never responded to my last email when I told her more about myself. Maybe there was something there that she wasn't compatible with. That's okay... I don't think I want to stay in Portsmouth anyway. Not for the first year anyway. Dirty Dover is the place for me!

Moving Update: Countdown to my garage sale: 12 days! I asked my landlord if it was OK for me to have a yard sale on her property, but she hasn't responded. I guess I'll have it anyway--what's she gonna do evict me?! HAHA. Dad keeps asking my sister if I'm going to ask him to drive with me up north. After her tales of his erratic driving this weekend at the beach, I have reservations again. But... I'm supposed to be doing things that scare me. This tops my list for now. I'll call Dad tonight. *gulp*

The Roomie Search Begins

So, yesterday I put an ad up on Craig's List to announce that I'm looking for roommates (one or more). I've had two emails so far one from a guy and one from a girl. I hate potlucking when it comes to roommate situations--I had to do random roommate matches for three years in college and only ended up with 2.5 good roommates (the .5 was a cool girl, but a freeloader so she lost half a point). For some reason it's even scarier having to find a random person who lives 1965.28 miles away from me.

Wow, I'm moving nearly 2,000 miles from here ......... I guess we'll tackle this on another post.

Who knows what's going to happen as far as the roommate situation goes. I figure, as long as they don't kill me in my sleep, I can handle almost anyone and any personality. Strike that. I don't do hyper people very well. Hyper people irritate me to no end. I suppose it's because I'm generally calm and laid back. Anyway, if I end up with a horrible person I'll just move, which will be considerably easier since I won't have much and don't plan on collecting random things (DVDs and books aside) anymore. But, I'd really like to not move once I get up to NH. We'll see.

The person I talked to today is looking for a place in Portsmouth. She told me Dover, where I've been daydreaming my self to live, has the nickname "Dirty Dover". Dirty Dover!?!?! No one told me this when I was up there! Makes me wonder what else was left out. I still like Dover though--a little dirtiness doesn't hurt anyone! She sorta made me curious about Portsmouth, but it might be a little naive to base my living decision on the fact that the city has cobblestone sidewalks. Cobblestones! Come on... who agrees with me... something about that sounds immensely quaint and homey.

Okay, I won't be seduced by the cobblestones.

Anyway, I guess maybe I'll keep my eyes open and my intuition up as far as the roommate situation goes. Keep your fingers crossed for me that I'll find a decent person to live with up there.

Side note: I said that I wouldn't care about living with a guy, but I do have my reservations. The last time I lived with a guy was back at my parents house when I suffered sharing a bathroom with my little brother who tinkled all over the seat, coughed up phlegm and left globs sitting in the sink for me to find later, and never hung up towels. I may stick to female roomies if I only live with one other person. We'll see.