1) Live in a basement
2) Live with a family
3) Live in Arlington
And yet, I've decided to move into a room in a basement with some friends of mine and their toddler and infant in Clarendon, the land of dudes in brown flip flops.
I alluded to my move in my last post. It wasn't as bad as the Moving Disasters of 2009, 2010 or 2011 -- my bff came to help me move all the heavy stuff and another friend, K, spent one Saturday afternoon helping me divide my
So, what's most disturbing about my decision to leave it all behind is that I'm not disturbed. To anyone who doesn't know me well, it appears that I should belong in Clarendon, essentially the cool, clean, respectable clique of DC. But that's so not me. I guess you could say I'm more Elphaba than Glinda, misunderstood but the real heroine, at least in the story of Oz that we misfits know to be the superior version.
Jumping off of that analogy...Clarendon is basically the Emerald City of DC, and U Street is more like the creepy forest where even the trees are angry, but at least you can get organic, locally grown apples.
Well, watch out Dorothy, because Elphaba is acomin', and with her little dog too.
|Ridiculous outfit care of her Mimi, who loves to dress up her Granddogter.|
Cheap rent, friends who love to cook and a house cleaner.
You see, it's time to pay for the sins of my DC youth, and anyone who moved here in her 20s, independent of her parents' financial support, knows that it's impossible to live the life you see other twentysomethings leading unless you let credit cards fund said lifestyle. The really sad news is that they're all doing the same thing, which is racking up credit card debt. Frankly, I think it's a disservice to twentysomethings, and women in particular, to keep financial talk in the "taboo" column -- along with health problems, career dissatisfaction and it being okay to not follow your dreams for a job that pays your bills.
Trust me, twentysomethings -- if your friends are leading an ab-fab lifestyle that resembles a Pinterest board, they're either in debt up to their eyeballs or they have very generous parents. Don't try to keep up or you'll end up living in the Emerald City in a spacious, renovated farmhouse with a housekeeper.
Wait...that sounds better than it should.
The point is, 'tis better to be able to buy the whole farm than just rent a room.
Well anyway, the plan is to get out of the credit card debt that allowed me to live it up when I really wanted to, and then maybe I'll get to own a little piece of U Street in a couple of years. Even if it is just a treehouse.