. . . at its slow pace, D and I are still thinking about what we should do and where we should go. We both admitted that the greatest obstacle in our planning is the (self-conceived) weight of our decision. It's like we have to choose whether or not we want to become grown ups by the end of the year. I know, come on! I making it seem so melodramatic and, whatever, deep or something. But seriously. It's like our choice is between buying a house, which borders on "settling down," especially since it would have to be in an affordable city -- and none of our friends live in affordable cities. So it would be Dave and I owning a home and thinking about family things. Between that and moving where my friends are, spending half my paycheck on rent and the other half on going out and all that that entails. The thing is i really want a house. Why the hell do I want a house so bad? Maybe because Santa Cruz has made renting seem like the dumbest thing in the world. Why would anyone throw their money away just to live in a town that sucks? (Sorry. I know, i have to get off my S.C. sucks kick. It's just summer, and cold, and boring right now and I can't help it. If it were February and 70 out I might sing a different tune.)
But what also pisses me off is that this is a decision that has to be made. Shouldn't it just happen? Shouldn't it be like, wups i just had a baby, now i have to find a job and house that matches? I hate all this pre-meditated nonsense.
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we need to talk. i have all the answers.
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