Week Two & Still Homeless

So began my second week at work. At the same time, so began my second week staying in an extended stay. Have I grown accustomed to this place and is it home? No. It's hard for an extended stay to really feel like "home," but after a day's work, I guess you can say it's close enough.

Let's take today for example. It was a long and busy day, but not in a bad way. The work kept flowing and I was able to get a lot done. Unfortunately, that meant I didn't leave the office until a little past six. Upon arriving at my extended, I proceeded to take off my pants and switch into my pajama pants. I swear, if that is not one of the first things you do when you get "home" you don't know what comfortable means. I then followed the change in outfit to microwaving dinner and sitting on the couch, with my feet propped up and watching Jeopardy, all while eating dinner. It sounds scandalous, and let me tell you, it really wasn't. It's not 9:28 p.m. and I'm sitting in bed, updating my blog before I go to bed. You must think my life is riveting. Not!

You know what is riveting! The saga that is renting in the Orlando area. Update time! Friday afternoon, I got a call from my relator informing me that the tenant who was living in the unit I'm currently working on renting moved out two days before. Two days! Thus, I'm led to conclude that they have been peeing on my back and telling me it's raining, figuratively speaking. At that moment, I instructed my relator to start looking at other options, because let's be real, I wanted to move into a place weeks ago...

In the light of all of this, I've realize I can handle unfortunate situations longer than I expected, or perhaps I'm getting really good at telling people it's not bothering me. I may also just be really good an avoiding my problems and hoping that things work themselves out eventually. Or I choose to avoid discussing my problems with strangers too much, because I don't want to be that girl. I don't really know, but I do know this, I've been working on my heavy breathing, because I refuse to be pushed to stress induced tears (again).

Anyways, I hope to update you all with good news before the end of the week! Come on, Kefi, find me a place to live! Oh, and if it's not with the complex I've been working on trying to rent, I'm totally cool with that too...they haven't really been the most hospitable of unites...

Namaste, y'all. Namaste.

Sincerely,

Cybill

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It'll Make For A Great Story One Day

"It'll make for great story one day" and "it could be worse" have been my motto for weeks. Reason being, the rental struggle is still a struggle.

Let's back track and pick up where I left off. That second place I started to work on renting, well, I'm still working on renting it. As it turns out, the number of loops that I need to jump through are ridiculous and the day I'll finally be able to move is unknown. There is a chance I won't be able to move in until the end of March. Goodness, I hope I can move in before then.

Since I don't have a place to stay and I started work Monday, I've been forced to stay in an extended stay hotel. It's not ideal, but it could be worse. (I told you I use that line often.) The extended stay is a little bit of a drive to the office, but it isn't too crazy and the traffic hasn't made me want to curl up and cry, so again, it could be worse.

Now, I have to call it a night. I still need to pack my lunch and get ready for another day's work. I miss the afternoon naps during my unemployed life. The working world, boy and girls. At least we're getting paid!

Sincerely,

Cybill

P.S.
I actually decided to hit the hay before I uploading the GIF. Hence the delayed post. I'm not working a night shift and sleeping during the day.

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

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