Sometimes, I have these moments of panic in which I yell to myself “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!” Then, I breath, calm down, and say, “It will all work out…”
This is my general feeling about the future. It’s nearly mid-August, and we don’t really have anywhere to live from Sept 1-Oct 10. We have a few options, none of which seem too fabulous: split up and stay at our parents’ houses, stay at my sister’s in Uxbridge, couch surf amongst friends, find a short-term/weekly/nightly place to stay (which has been harder to do than you think!), or stay in our new temporary apartment (though 4 people in a 1 bedroom apartment seems…tight)… I think I am going to be on a road trip (Boston to the midwest) from Sept 5-13, then in Maine from Sept 14-21. I would like to be in Boston from mid-Sept – Oct so I can work for the city with bikes.
From Oct 11-Dec 23 (all “-ish”), we’re going to sublet the 1 bed apartment of our friends, Muerl & Lauren while they are on an extended honeymoon through the Pacific and Asia. The apartment is on Beacon Street in Brookline, between Washington Square and Coolidge Corner. It should be a fun place to live. We are staying in Boston while Dave finishes his contract with Swap (projected to be over at the end of Oct?) and I finish out the biking season.
What happens after that, you might ask? Great question. That is where the previously mentioned freak out comes into play. We’re going to ‘travel’. Please don’t ask where or how long, because I am too busy freaking out about where we are going to live in 3 weeks, nevermind in 3 months. Theoretically, we will be going somewhere (or multiple somewheres) for 1,3,6,9, or 12 months. This place(s) will be in the U.S. and/or abroad and we may or may not work. Then we’ll eventually come back to Boston and get jobs So, at the moment, the plan is that we have no plan. But I’m working on it. And, it’s going to be awesome!