Moving and such...

As I have mentioned, I am in the process of relocating from Florida to Colorado. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it folks, moving is the worst. Ever. I have suitcases all over Denver, the majority of my crap is still back in Fla., along with my car which is sitting packed full of said crap on the side of the road just begging to be jacked. And because of this I am having to rent a car on all my days off, which is getting expensive. BUT I'm not paying rent, so that offsets the cost. Why am I not paying rent? Because I have not yet found a place to live.

My apartment hunting experience thus far has been interesting. It's interesting that in order to live where I want, in the kind of place I want, is out of my price range. So I can either live in an old apartment, where I want to be. Or a shiny new place a little less central. I hate compromise. There are 2 other options though.

Option 1: On my company website, I found an ad placed by a pilot for a room in his house, at a great price. He sent me pictures, and the place was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to cook dinners in his gourmet kitchen, sit by the fire in his modern living room, and lay my head on his (well my) down pillow. So we set up an appointment. I knew I wanted this place, it was just a matter of winning him over by appearing charming, respectful of others, responsible and clean. I giddily marched up his walkway and rang the doorbell. As he opened the door panic set in. I was absolutely sure this was the same pilot who a few days earlier had emailed me on an online dating site.

Ok, so this is hard for me to admit, but since coming out to Denver I have joined an online dating site. I have cringed at the idea for years, but after seeing almost all of my single friends doing it, I decided maybe it wasn't as creepy as I'd thought. Plus I really wanted to meet new people in my new city. It's been fun and weird, definitely entertaining, and now that I've admitted it, I will definitely do some blogging about my dating experiences. But back to the story. So I was mortified one day to find an email in my inbox from a pilot, identifying himself as working for my airline. Again, panic. I do not want anyone I work with to know I'm on there, let alone have to fly with this lonely man, let alone have to endure a house tour by this online dating maniac! So I immediately got real weird. I loved the house so much though that while trying to not reveal any personal information about myself that would lead to him discovering my true identity, I was still trying to win him over. This resulted in alot of nervous giggles and spastic conversation. Then I moved on to "Pick me! Pick me!" desperation. Not my finest moment. Needless to say the guys been wishy washy ever since, so I'm considering this option null and void. Oh and as soon as I peeled out of his driveway, I checked and it was so not the same guy. All that crazy for nothin!

Option 2: Old house in a more central location (pilot's house is kind of in the burbs) belonging to a 26 year-old male who is a friend of a friend. The house is definitely old, but also has character. There's a front porch, a big back deck with a hot tub and a sauna, and I still get my own bathroom. Plus the guy is so cool, I really wanna be his friend. But he has a dog, and I'm not totally into that. And I had this vision of moving to my new city and finally having a place of my own to decorate and buy furniture for and walk around in my underwear in. That's the other thing. Living with a guy, will I feel comfortable in my sports bra and zit cream on the couch? I guess I've done it before, and I suppose wearing more clothes isn't that hard. Plus, I think he could introduce me to more cool people in the Denver area.

So what to do folks? Roommate or independence? Seriously, I'm accepting any and all feedback. I'm looking at like 5 shiny new apts on Friday and have vowed to make a decision this weekend... Will keep you posted!

And happy birthday to my favorite little brother :)