Moving Somewhere

Well I’m moving somewhere, I know that, and I’m not quite sure where yet. Mark and Val are moving in together, and my original plan was to live on my own…but I’m having second thoughts about that. First, I think it sounds much nicer in my head than it will actually be — I’m thinking I’d get a little lonely. Second, living in the type of place I want to live in (a superfly downtown pad) will cost me anywhere from $800-$1000/month, and that definitely won’t give me much money to spend on other thangs. So I’ve started the roommate search. It’s a bit unnerving, but hopefully it’ll turn out fine.

Recently Mark and I had to give our apartment written notice that we would not be continuing our lease. On the provided form there was a section titled “Reason you’re moving”. Although we could have gone into the details about our life-situations and our thoughts on how retarded our management is, we chose to keep it simple. We said : “We cannot be caged. We were born to ramble.” Apparently this wasn’t good enough.

“… Thank you in advance for your cooperation and good luck in your new home. I am also curious, if you would, please tell me where you are moving and other than being born to ramble the reason to move.” – Management.

That’s funny. What, is this apartment supposed to be the end-all of housing searches? This is the last place I’ll ever reside? Being born to ramble isn’t good enough? Pssh. Shyaah.

Perhaps I should reply:
“My father was a gambler down in Georgia; he wound up on the wrong end of a gun. I was born in the back seat of a Grey Hound bus, out on highway 41. Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man”