Movin' Out

The time has come once again for me to consult my good friend Craig to help me find a new dwelling. I have nothing (okay, very little) against my 5 housemates -- it's just that there are 5 of them. It's a big, beautiful house, but it is just too full. I can no longer stand the festering dirty dishes in the kitchen sink (and all over the rest of the kitchen, for that matter), nor can I deal with my food mysteriously disappearing from the cabinets and refrigerator (seriously, who steals cake mix??), nor the intelligent life forms that are no doubt evolving in the mildew that grows so rapidly in the upstairs bathroom. I feel like I live in a dorm. A very expensive dorm. So I figure if I'm going to be shelling out all that moolah anyway, why not try to find a more palatable place? Plus the house's lease (which I'm not on anyway) is up in May, at which time I shall be up a creek (or, if you come from where I come from, "crick").

Enter Craig.

I've been looking at studios and efficiencies (1-bedrooms are a wee bit out of my price range) or roommate(s) for a 2- to 3-bedroom living situation in the DC-metro area (except for most of NoVA, because I absolutely refuse to commute on the Orange Line -- I'm not that desperate). Thus far, I have found only a few slightly promising leads, one of which I'm checking out in Takoma Park tomorrow after work. I'm not holding my breath.

Still, I can't help but have visions of sweet, sweet independent living dancing in my head.