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The Apartment Hunt (And Other Reflections On Life)

I used to love apartment hunting. When I first moved to Madison, few things gave me as much joy as plotting my inevitable release from the one bedroom apartment I shared with two other people. I loved touring apartments. I loved spending hours on different websites comparing layouts and designs. It felt so grown up.

But I have to admit, as I contemplate my 17th move in 8 years, I am thoroughly sick of apartment hunting. 

I think it is mostly moving around Madison. For the, like, half a second when I thought I was moving to Texas, the new adventure stirred me with excitement and I probably would have jumped in with enthusiasm. But as I’m fairly committed to Wisconsin for at least the next year, no new adventure exists. I know the housing options in Madison. I’ve studied them carefully. And I know what it will cost to exit student housing into the “real world.” Eek. 

I tried passing off the apartment hunt on Bethany, but she demonstrates extreme indifference towards where we live, so there went that plan. (Actually, I take that back. She is quite opinionated if I suggest a place she considers cheap, sketchy, or somehow uninteresting. But don’t expect her to locate a place on her own. It won’t happen. Sorry. That sounds passive aggressive. She truly is a good roommate. I like living with my sister. But did I mention I’m sick of apartment hunting?) 

So, I’m back to apartment hunting. If I want to torture myself, I sometimes look at townhouses for sale instead and imagine having a place that is mine. A place where I can paint the walls or tear up the carpet or replace the shelving. A place that means permanence and roots. 

It is a weird dichotomy. On the one hand, I crave the adventure that comes with somewhere new. On the other, I’m getting a little tired of new. I’ve done new a lot. I’ve done Tennessee, England, Idaho, Colorado, and Thailand. And Wisconsin. A lot of places in Wisconsin. 

It comes down to impatience, mostly. I’m e-mailing with an apartment complex now. I think the person I am talking to checks their e-mail once a day. At least, that’s the response rate. And I’m impatient. I want to just apply and move forward already. But I also have questions. 

So goes life. I want to know what I am doing post-August. I want to live in a place I won’t move from in a month, or half a year, or a year. I want a job that says permanence. Because I’m impatient and sometimes forget I’m only 26. 

The process of becoming is a challenging one. Whether it means impatience in housing, impatience in education, impatience in social distancing, I just want to move forward. But the becoming is important. Through the angst, I develop the person I am. The person I will become. I learn the lesson I’m supposed to learn. But gosh darn it, sometimes I wish I’d just learn it already. 

I named this blog “fernweh,” meaning homesickness for the abroad. Sometimes, though, I feel the opposite. I feel homesickness for the familiar. I wish I’d just settle, plant roots, and be content. But always in that feeling, I feel the itch. The itch for new. The itch for other. 

And so I apartment hunt. Because maybe tomorrow someone, somewhere, will list something that somehow combines my desire for ‘new’ with my desire for ‘home.’ 

And, wow, does that feel like an angsty way to end this post. But I’m feeling angsty today! I promise to calm down once I’ve settled on a new apartment. 


Vindicating My Personal Library

I have decided that this forced quarantine is really an excellent vindication of my personal library. My family always judges me for buying more books. But do you know who now has enough reading material to last years of isolation? 

Me, that’s who. 

I’ve got fiction. I’ve got non-fiction. I’ve got poetry. I’ve got plays. I’ve got textbooks. I’ve got classic literature. I’ve got YA rom coms. I’ve got biograhies. I’ve got picture books. And I’ve got graphic novels. 

All in all, a most excellent library. I appreciate it very much. 

And that is absolutely why the first thing I will do when we’re allowed to leave our houses again is buy more books. 


Home Sweet Home

And so the plane touched down and I arrived back in the United States after five months away. My Mom and sister met me at the airport. I was so happy to be back I almost kissed the ground. 

And then I remembered, I was in Chicago. 

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Homeward Bound

Homeward bound. My two favorite words right now! 

If you are reading this, I am (God willing) headed homeeeeeee!!!! (And possibly on an airplane at the moment squashed between strangers and trying to find a decent movie to watch so send a quick prayer for me.)

It is currently Thursday night for me and I plan to schedule this post for all y’all’s [heh heh I speak Southern] Saturday and write a post tomorrow about how I feel about leaving. Right now the answer is emotional but it is also past my bedtime so I would probably react emotionally to anything. Corn on pizza. Finding Nemo. The Great Gatsby. (This does not bode well for the remaining posts I need to write tonight.)

Anyway, for better or worse I plan to write a bunch of posts tonight about my trip to Korea which took place a few weeks ago. They should last a week or two. Meanwhile, I will be headed home and hopefully getting a head start recovering from jet lag. (Otherwise, expect a post or five centered around me whining about being tired.) I apologize in advance for any grammar and spelling errors. I did not plan this out particularly well (but uploading photos to Facebook took longer than expected.)

Depending how many posts I eek out of my five days in Korea and how motivated I feel tonight, I might upload a few book reviews to buy myself a few more days of recovery. We shall see! (I clearly like to live life on the wild side.) 

See you all from the glorious U.S. of A.! 

(Sneak peek of my Korea trip…)

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10 Days

10 more days and I will be back in the land of the free! I’ve been singing patriotic songs since March. (My neighbors will probably request my expulsion from the apartment complex if they have to listen to one more round of ‘You’re a grand old flag you’re a high-flying flag and forever in peace may you wave…‘)

Lucky for them, I have only 7 more days here! I booked a quaint hostel for my final night and then airplane food here I come. Thailand has been an experience and I am grateful for it in many ways but I will be even more grateful for it once I’m home hugging all my loved ones!

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Gratitude

A lot has been changing for me lately and I will be free to say more about that in the next few weeks. For now, I just want to share in the vaguest possible way how grateful I am for those around me. I’ve been feeling some strain because I haven’t been able to share on this blog some of the emotions whirling around inside my head. Gratitude, however, is not one I need to keep contained. 

I’m grateful for my family. Moving home after college could have been a really hard decision. I have never regretted it. My parents and siblings are incredibly supportive and kind. They put up with a lot from me and are fun to be around. Seriously, I have a wonderful family. I’m grateful for this time with them. I’m grateful for my extended family too. I have the best aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. It has been so nice to be near them, even if I do not see them all the time. 

I’m grateful for my friends: both the new ones and the old ones. I never expected to find such community in my small home town. I’m grateful for continued friendships from college and high school. I’ve got to travel and visit and bond over the past two years with some really awesome people. 

Though full of ups and downs, life is good. God is good. I’m grateful for where I am at. 


Better Safe Than Sorry

I really thought I had parked beneath a streetlight. I almost always do when I’m out and about late, and tonight I knew was going to be very late. Maybe the bulb was burned out or maybe I just wasn’t paying enough attention when I pulled in, but whatever the case, the first thing I noticed as I walked towards my car tonight was that it was in the dark. The second thing was that a sketchy white van with no windows was parked right next to it. It didn’t take a genius to figure out this was a bad combination. 

I turned around and started running in my heels, hoping to catch my boss before she finished locking up and drove away. We had stayed late talking with an activist and if she were gone, it would be me and an empty building. Thankfully, that activist hadn’t driven away yet either. He saw me running and pulled over. I explained the situation and he said he had been driving back to check on me anyway. He saw me safely to my vehicle and drove away. It probably was nothing, but better safe than sorry, and I am super grateful that he came back. Thank you, Mr. E!

There were definitely extra guardian angels keeping an eye on me tonight. Visibility was awful with the difficulties of rain/sleet/fog multiplied by construction and bad drivers. Half the time I couldn’t see where the lanes were. One particularly blinker-averse Toyota made a last-minute decision to exit with me and I narrowly avoided a collision. 

I’m so glad to be home, safe, and headed to bed! It has been a very long day.