It appears as though the time in my life of living in my own place has come and gone. For now, anyways. I received word last night that the future of my roommate's relationship is non-existent. I'm sad that they couldn't work it out, but not extremely surprised. Sometimes it just doesn't work and there's only so much you can do to try and ignore the problem instead of make it better. So they've been on a "break" for the last couple of weeks and apparently decided to make it permanent.
So, what does that mean for little me? It means that my sweet deal on rent is now officially gone. I must say that it was awesomely terrific while it lasted! They were by far the best roommates I could have asked for. Not to mention that I will never find $233/mo rent on a house ever again. I am very grateful to them both for allowing me to share in the splendor that was The House.
I s'pose I could stay... it was offered to me. But the rent will not be so sweet and I would have to find a new roommate to share in the not-so-sweet rent. It sounds good in theory, but unlikely that I could truly afford it at this point.
It's back to the parents. That was my final decision after thinking about it for, oh, about 2 minutes. Heh. I'm going back to school in less than a year, so finding a new place for myself isn't too reasonable either. I was planning on moving back home, anyways. I just wasn't going to do it until much later... but shit happens and you have to take it in strides. I'm sad, yes. For Logan and Kristen. And for me. That's allowed, I think.
I'll just take a deep breath... and exhale later...