Genevieve's Place

Hey, how's it going? In a few minutes, I'm going out for coffee with my near future roommates. One, a close friend of mine, the other, an eventual close friend of mine. Lets hope anyway. Most things have to go smoothly this year, right? I might have a tough time with my land lady, but I might just have to give it a chance. But if she turns out be another parent, again, then, in the worst-worst case scenario I would find another place to live. A plus, could be a minus, thing about my place is that I never signed anything, they don't have any information on me, never did a reference check on me. All they have from me is one month's rent. Which month? Who knows, I guess it's just their free money. Allegedly, it's to hold my place. Geez, I wish I had moved to an apartment. I know I'm not there yet, and it WILL be a kickass year, I just feel like I'll be missing out. No boys, no....parties? Like more than one friend over? I don't even know. What I do know is that she's already made us a cleaning schedule. Talk about pre-emptively being assumed to be immature. After this summer, I'm less and less apprehensive of confrontation. Usually I'd rather die than discuss something I'm not happy about, but there might be some discussing going on.

Posted by Jen on Thursday, September 2 at 8:31 PM | Permalink