Greetings from The Cocoon
The other day, Julie and I started talking about what our plans are for when our lease is up at the end of the year. She and I have lived together since 1998 and we are good roommates. Used to each others quirks and charms. For the last 8 years, we've been a family.
But things are a tad different now. The dynamics have changed since Jason moved in. Don't get me wrong, I like Jason. Quite a lot actually. Especially since he makes Julie so happy. It's just been challenging adjusting to someone new. Jason's the first straight boy I've lived with since I was in college.* I forgot how odd straight boys can be.
Plus it can be difficult being the single guy versus the couple. I'm not living with the two of them, I'm living them as a unit. When I ask one of them a question, I am asking both of them a question. Fortunately our place is big enough that we aren't on top of each other except for the kitchen. (Dinner time can get a little crowded.) But I realize that they need to be a couple and having me around isn't always conducive to that.
So over the next several months we will be weighing the benefits of going our separate ways or extending our lease for one more year. A huge pro for staying put is life in The Cocoon, as Deek likes to call our neighborhood. I love where I live. All my favorite stuff is nearby. Plus, Deek and Matt are around the corner so it's nice having friends so close. But, life in The Cocoon is going to become very pricey in the near future. Lots of high-rise condos are being built and property values will soar. It's predicted that many of the residents in my income bracket will not be able to afford to live eventually.
So there are decisions to be made. And when it comes to matters of money, I suck. So I may end up living in my car parked in Deek's driveway. Yippee!
*Speaking of way back when, today I got an email today about my TWENTY year high school reunion for next year. That's right kids...20 effing years. I'm all "Oh HELLZ NO it's not been twenty years!" Like I needed this glaring reminder I'm getting older. Bitches.










