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Sad News

Except to the rational mind it isn't sad news. But I've just decided in the last half hour that I really was going to do this. I'm moving back to New Jersey.
Why am I doing this?
Because I can't dig up more money for my rent.
My rental manager made a deal with me to pay off $2600 bucks of the $4100 that I owe and call it even. How nice is that? And from that point begin paying my monthly rent. Almost too good to be true.
And then, I looked at my bank account and saw that I'm $2000 bucks short. No big shock there.
Then I decided to hit up an old friend for the money, and the old friend urged me to rather move in with him, in a nice big house, I might add, in a beautiful part of northern Jersey, still central to my NJ work--RENT FREE. He urged me to use the time living with him to build up my fundage and pay off my debts and get 'back on my feet'.
And so too did my Soon-To-Be-Doctor friend suggest the same thing.
But who wants to leave NYC? Well subtract me from the list. I don't want to.

But I decided I would.

I decided they are right. I'm back in the groove with work, and am seeking to learn more so I can be more comfortable. I nearer again to becoming a healthcare provider in NJ. And I have the papers to process the NY license. Things are still in place for me to make money. Just not enough right now to make this deal with my rental manager and have much extra money after my monthly rent to pay for my cable, my phone, my eletricity, or my car insurance to start paying people back--and I need to get through this financial mess and start over.

So I've got an apartment full of stuff I have to let go of. Let go. I've been collecting and hauling it around the country for nearly ten years now. All my textbooks and fiction. My queen-sized bed that I got from a goodhearted Christian in little Neosho, Missouri. My sofa set and endtables (actually, I'm going to give those to a friend who says she and her roommates need livingroom furntiure).

I'm keeping
1) My cat.
2) My computer.
3) My comicbooks.
4) My dignity.
5) My television.
6) My stereo system.
7) My clothes.

These are things that can fit in my car.

To mostly capitalize on this plan, I will have to live with my friend until I have
1) Paid off EVERYBODY.
a) My credit cards
b) My Soon-To-Be-Doctor Friend
c) My computer-saavy friend for the car bailout
d) The rental agency for the money I owe, after they snatch up my housing deposit
e) The utilities companies who I will be leaving a balance with when I move (because it'll probably be by next week when I'm gone. Over this weekend most likely, in fact.
2) Gotten my career plan in place. That is;
a) Possess the New York license, and have become a NY healthcare provider with at least one major insurance company
b) Have become a NJ healthcare provider
c) Have enough money in the bank to;
1) Have 3 months deposit on a new apartment
2) Have enough to buy small sets of new apartment furniture

There. That seems like enough goal setting for now, yeh?
I feel better for having planned it.
Of course, this means an increase in blogging because of the crazy anxiety of moving again. And with dealing with my friend, with whom I'm moving in, because he is quite crazy you know.

Oh, and I'll have to try to get a Starbucks position in New Jersey. Every little bit will help.

I'll be back, New York City. I effed up bigtime, and I've got to go take care of this, and then, I'll be back.

I'll be back.

Me at 5/12/2005 02:13:00 PM

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