Sometimes, The Best Laid Plans...

For the past couple of days, I've debated whether or not to discuss something that’s weighing heavily on my mind. I prefer not to post negative thoughts online, but the reality is it’s detrimental to my mental and physical health if I suppress those emotions. That’s why I’m prepared to discuss them now.

For awhile, I envisioned a happily ever after where I could go on with my life unencumbered by the restrictions both obesity and society placed on me for the past thirty years. I wanted to get back to work, even if only part time, so I could reintegrate with people and have somewhat of a set routine. I wanted to start dating again. I’ve worked hard to create the best version of myself, and even though that’s still a work in progress I’m confident I’d make a great life partner or husband. I also want to continue trying things that I never could do before. Owning and driving a MINI Cooper is a great example of that, but let’s pump the brakes on bungee jumping off a bridge, okay?

All kidding aside, it’s no joke that dysfunctional family members can fuck up the best laid plans. I’m resigned to the fact I may need a new title for my Saturday posts in the near future. The possibility exists that I’ll move into my own version of transitional housing, a one year apartment rental, while I search for a suitable place where I can start my life over. Whether that turns out to be a new city, a new state, or shacking up with someone that I fall in love with remains to be seen. I look forward to the possibility of both a change of scenery and my emancipation from toxic relationships that will never improve.

Rental prices are still too fucking high in America’s Costliest City. The dilapidated, two bedroom apartment that I rented for $1,550 only three years ago is now about $2,500. That shit hole’s amenities included a jacuzzi that made your privates itch, a laundry room that lacked available machines, a wall mounted air conditioner that wilted under 110+ degree Labor Day Weekend temperatures, and cohabitation with las cucharachas. On the flip side, if you make friends with your fellow residents you’ll have an easy time scoring weed and perhaps a free lowbrow beer or two.

Anyway… if I’m going to spend a king’s ransom on housing in the near future, then my must have list includes central air conditioning, an in unit washer and dryer, and either a garage or covered, assigned parking for at least one of my vehicles. I don’t need a new place immediately, but I’ll have fun looking at apartments in the coming days and weeks to pass the time. I’m confident I’ll find something under $3,000 per month that will check off all of my boxes, and keep in mind if I find a responsible roommate that I can trust and isn’t nearly as antisocial as my family members then my living expenses will be more palatable.

Now that I’ve unloaded my biggest burden, I can refocus on the positives as I endure this stressful situation. Thanks for lending me an ear, y’all. I really appreciate it.