My life philosophy, to the extent that one exists, can be summed up thusly: "Follow the path of least exertion."* So, when I was deciding between California and NY, I was leaning towards the place with perfect weather and a better economy and a rent-free house all to myself, not because of any of those things, but because I wouldn't have to find a new place here. Screw the weather, going to look at apartments and moving all my stuff is so much work! (Yes, I knew I would have to ship all my stuff across the country and back, but for some reason I didn't count that as work.) Then I realized that when August came, I'd have to find an apartment in NY from California, and that would create an impossible list of duties for myself, and I would never get around to coming back, and I would never go back to college or see my friends again or stop blacking out drunk on the beach and I would end up dead from the world's most painful sunburn while waves gently lapped at my lobster-like ankles, and I would really rather die with a nice golden tan.
Rambling aside short, I'm moving about 10 minutes north and cutting my rent almost in half. Three cheers for last-minute moves in which I'll probably still be packing right up until I get thrown out of my apartment!
Scary thought: I'm moving into an apartment without DVR. There isn't even cable. I might actually have to go outside to entertain myself. This should be interesting...
*Also, "become a dirty ho in your early 20s," but let's pretend that's not true for a moment.
I Am Still Alive. Basically.
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