The Housing Saga, Part One

[the_wanlorn]

I'm not quite sure which adjective I should use to describe my mood right now. Frustrated? Dissatisfied? Angry? Disappointed? Hurt? Let down? I don't know. I suppose this tale starts sometime back in December, when we first got the forms for housing. You need to pay deposits, fill out some information, and (if you wanted to) list who you wished to room with next year. Of course, it was somewhat of a given that Stacy and I would go in together. (The reason for the somewhat will become apparent in a moment). We just had to find out if Jess also wanted to go in with us. After a bit of conversation and such, we decided that a threesome would, in fact, be best. We decided to try and fine a triple apartment with a double and a single for bedrooms. That way, Jess and Stacy wouldn't be paying through the nose, and I could have a single (again). Before we filled out any of the paperwork or paid our deposits, I had a Serious Talk with the two of them. "So... Y'all realize that my highest priority is gettting a single, yeah?" In retrospect, that was possibly not the best opening sentence. "What?" Stacy asked. "Yeah. If we get a shite lottery number or whatever," I explained more clearly, "then my highest priority is getting a single. If it means I can't room with you guys I'll be sad, yeah, but I won't hesitate to split off and go it alone." Have I mentioned that I'm an ass a lot of the time? "Oh, we won't get a bad number!" That's Jess, always the cheerful, optomistic one. "Okay, but if we do. I'm just saying if we do I need a single more than I need to be with you guys. Like, I need somewhere that's quiet and mine where I can shut the door and be alone when I'm starting to freak out. Y'all understand that, right? 'Cause I don't want you to go into this thinking we'll be together no matter what. I'm perfectly willing to go solo or in whatever combination, but I'm going for a single no matter what. "I love y'all dearly, but I love my sanity more." "That's not a problem for me! And I'm sure we'll get a good number!" "Same for me. You can always room with me if we do get a bad number." "Yeah, but I'm going to do everything possible to make sure I get a single. You both sure you're okay with that?" A chorus of "yeah"s hit my ears. Simple, right? Not complicated, right? They agreed, they understand, I didn't have to worry. Oh the naïveté. Stay tune for part two!