A Bittersweet Farewell to Chez Scout

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’m in a bit of a morose mood today. Here are its origins.

Chez Scout was established in May 1998 when I moved into my apartment. It was my first apartment to myself. I previously always had roommates, and was married for a brief spell. Although it was small, it was my own. It was my little corner of the world to loaf in, leave clothes lying around in, and to generally just chill in solitude in.

Over the course of time, the rent has increased dramatically (that’s the Southern California housing market, but I’ll save that for the Pit). Finally, at the beginning of this year, it happened. The psychological barrier had been hit. $825 per month. Too much for me to pay on my own for such a small spot.

This past weekend I moved into my new digs. I’m now renting a room in a 3-bedroom condo. Nice part of town - the community bills itself as “Country Living” - and a nice place with a newly remodeled kitchen. And, most importantly, 325 bucks a month cheaper. In return for this complete and utter bargain, I now share my space with a roommate. As I said, it’s a bittersweet story. I mean, come on, $325 in your pocket, how can that not cheer you up at least a LITTLE bit?

So today, at 2 p.m., I bade farewell to Chez Scout. Turned in the key, filled out the paperwork, gave the forwarding address, you know, the typical deal. I took one last look around the 550 square feet that I used to call my own. Funny how in just 3 days of sitting empty, it has totally lost my smell. The first thing I noticed when I walked through the door was that it smelled just the way it did on the day I moved in. Absolutely no trace that I ever inhabited these 4 walls.

As I drove out of the parking lot for the last time, I have to admit my eyes welled up a bit. A chapter of my life has ended. This most likely will be my last experience living alone. Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ll move out of this new place and into a place with ::gasp:: a husband someday. So I imagine that from now on it will be either roommatesville or companionsville. It’s been nice. It’s been peaceful. It’s been a learning experience. I think it’s something everyone ought to do if they can swing it. And now it’s over.
Oh, and as if I needed anything else, I just found out my boss is resigning today. He’s 1/3 of the greatest working team I’ve ever been a part of. I’m going to miss him like hell.

::sigh::

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So. How is it going with you in the new place?

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:: sniff ::

Someone cares.

Actually, I’m adjusting pretty well to having a roommate again. Well, okay, we’re on opposite schedules, so there aren’t many times that we are in the place together. So that helps.

And I’m REALLY enjoying the money I’m saving. I’ve got a nice balance growing in the ol’ savings account. It’s starting to burn a hole in my pocket…

But there’s nothing like living alone. I haven’t changed my mind about that.

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Good for you.

I responded to you a) because I care and b) because I once posted a topic which received no response.

Perhaps we could arrange a reciprocal agreement whereby I search for your threads and post to those with a ‘0’ in the posts field. And vice versa of course.

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I like it. Saves the horror of watching a thread sink like a stone.

=)

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I have to disagree with the living alone bit. It gets old fast. There’s no one to tell when your team wins the big one…no one to yell at when life becomes a bitch…(not that that’s good). That’s the whole thing…there’s no one there.

I for one like having someone there.

BTW…Congrats on saving the bucks. Wish I could.

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ah living alone…it is nice. although there is something to be said for someone noticing something may have happened, before a co worker says “ya know, i haven’t seen scout in three weeks, what kinda vacation time does she have…”

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Hey, I got a couple of threads with no replies . . . what am I, chopped MPSIMS?