Me and Harper Lee

No flying news to speak of. The weather on this side of the Mississippi has been a little anti-plane lately.  Luckily for all involved, I have a back-up blog post plan. It involves me talking about all the current events in my life and possibly ranting about … well, something I’m sure. So if you read this purely for airplane updates, move on. If you read this for my witticisms and fascinating life, which I just know you do, please continue.

Oh, speaking of people who read this. I know there are quite a few of you, trust me… I know. (Aside from my startling psychic abilities, I have some seriously special “skills” that allow me to peer into the deepest parts of your soul.)  To those people: you should comment sometimes.  I mean, Heaven knows I won’t hold it against you if you don’t comment. I read people’s blogs all the time and never say a word. But I have social anxiety issues and fear of commitment. What’s your excuse? (Tell me about it in a comment.)  Besides,  it would give Elena some company. I feel bad that so many people read this and nobody ever chats with Elena who consistently is not only an amazing blog writer (check her out by clicking her link which you will find in any of my comment sections), but also is an amazing commenter. I don’t even mind if I don’t know you- I promise I won’t think it’s weird that you’re responding to somebody’s blog you’ve never met. And as a bonus, I promise if you ask a question or say something that seems to require a response, I will totally respond to you. I’m nice like that.

Now, it could absolutely be my fault that nobody comments, I mean, I don’t ask questions. I’m very self-centered and focus almost entirely on all the fun things I do, hardly ever inviting reciprocation. But that’s something you could tell me too. Maybe there’s a way I could improve communication. Or maybe you’ve always wanted to know something, possibly totally unrelated to flying, like how to build an Empire. I’m not entirely sure how to, but if you asked, I would certainly do a little research for you and get back to you.

In any case, I just wanted to throw that out there. I really don’t mind if you never say anything. Perhaps you get a vicarious little thrill out of reading somebody else’s life and them not knowing about it, I get that. It’s totally okay. But it’s also okay to say something once in a while, you know, if you want. So I thought I would invite you to do so if you’re feeling outgoing today.

That said, I vaguely promised a recap of recent activities. As some of you know, I have been apartment hunting. Apartments are not difficult to find surrouding my current home, but nice apartments under 700 dollars are hard to find. As a recent college graduate I should perhaps move to a city that is less expensive and does provide clean housing for under  700 dollars, but now where is the fun in that? Aren’t your early 20s all about not being able to pay your rent and working at a minimum wage job you hate with the hopes of becoming something Bigger, Bolder, and Better(er). My dream of course is something resembling the next Great American Novel. I would, obviously, just take a sweet book deal that garners me millions and lets me travel the talk show circuit- regardless of whether it’s the Great American Novel or not. After all, I’m 22, I have plenty of time for something so sought after. It also gives me something to strive for later in life. I wouldn’t want to be another Harper Lee. One book and I’m done. Though honestly, if you’re only going to write one book, To Kill A Mockingbird does you justice.

Anyway, point is, I found an apartment. I will post pictures (just like as soon as the weather clears I will post pictures of the valley from the air. I haven’t forgotten.) but to give you a brief insight, the apartment isn’t really your ordinary place because I’m far from ordinary of course. It’s also a bit on the expensive side, but again with the struggling artist motif. It’s close to the highschool I attended oh so many years ago, a few blocks away really, and it’s painted this deep purple color. My Dad, the contractor, hates the color, but everybody else seems to like it. It fits the area, we’re a little goofy in the valley, we like purple houses. To elaborate, this woman who just turned 40 owns this large Victorian style purple house and on her property are three little apartments, one story. There is a duplex and then one behind her main house. There is a shared courtyard/garden and an Asian style gazebo. It’s all very zen, and very pretty. The apartment is the one closest to the road, and is part of the duplex, but only one shared wall. It has tile floors, new counters, cabinets, and so forth. It has a galley kitchen, a narrow-ish living room, medium sized bathroom, small but not tiny bedroom and a small walk in closet. It’s pretty impressive as far as apartments go and clean, clean, clean. Which I personally think is a plus since I’m a little neurotic.  I am the youngest future member of the “commune”, as I affectionately call it, but the next youngest is 28. We’re all females as of now.  There are 5 women total I believe.

So that about sums up my future, or at least my near future. It’s a month-to-month rental agreement so if rent becomes to extravagant or I find I’m not quite ready for my hippie commune lifestyle, being not much of a hippie myself, then I can sail away to better lands. However, I think it will be a nice place to live while writing my G.A.N. and working part-time to pay my overly priced rent. I move in February 3rd.

That boys and girls, sums up my current life. Well, not all of it, but enough for today. With any luck, the weather loses a bet with the rain and is forced to be sunny for a while so I can get a little flying in, post pictures, and share some more (hopefully not death-impending) stories. Until then, toodles.