I Speak Too Soon

The planets did indeed align. But good lord. Spain had better be pretty amazing because what I am putting myself through now is not. 20-25 hours of work a week plus 4 classes and a correspondence course.

And then there is that one little detail I decided to solve after I completely rearranged my life. Where I would live. I figured, "Oh I'll find something decent around town for four or six months."

WRONG.

Renting in Anchorage is TERRIBLE. I mean...really, really QUITE bad. I went and looked at some apartments last weekend. They make me shiver just thinking about them. Shifty, dirty hallways. Damp, dingy smelling rooms. Broken down appliances. And all this can be YOURS for just $700!

Kill me. If I want to rent anything nice it's going to cost me a pretty penny. $900 or more. And flexible leases are tricky to swing.

I know a lot of friends that are living at home for a while to save money. I wish I could be one of those kids. But I cannot survive here. I will wilt. My family doesn't eat edible food. And I actually mean that. I'm not too picky. Welcome to the land of insta-food. Cup of noodles, easy mac, soup at hand...where is the actual food? Well there are a few tv dinner's in the frig f you are REALLY hungry.

There is one one living room and it is constantly inhabitated. My room is the size of a shoebox. If I leave my room I am bombarded by constant inquiries about my life and school and my feelings. When I come home from 6 hours of work and 4 hours of school I have nothing to say. Nothing. I want to eat something to eat something that is indeed food, take a run around the block, do my studying, and go to bed. I don't have time for "So is that class going to be really hard?" "Have you figured out your transcripts yet?' "Did you call that program coordinator?" "What? You won't be here for dinner?" Yes. No. Yes. Not enough time. Yes! No! LEAVE ME ALONE! I don't even have enough time in my normal day to make a phone call let alone figure every single detail of my life out. I eat while running errands and make phone calls while driving through traffic. I am that person that doesn't have a single moment to think, breathe, do anything until I walk in the door of the house at 6:00. So for god's sake. I know all of you haven't been going for over ten hours but some people have. I absolutely have to find somewhere to live. 4.5 months. I can do this. It is worth it. Save me.