I am surely not alone in being disturbed by effortless success. I think those of us who strive to be the best are unnerved when things fall into place too easily. I am pretty sure of that.
So, anyway, in the span of six days I have a firm commitment for a gig with a very nice social service agency in the town of my future home.
I have a possible volunteer opportunity working with children along the autism spectrum, and their families, although the agency's preference is a six-month employment commitment. I never take on anything if I do not follow through and commit for at least a year. I get their policies and process, but I do not think that I want a paid job right away.
Frankly, one of the vet clinics is looking for a part-time kennel staff member. I would love to get back to working with animals in this way. Feeding, walking, cleaning and surgery/treatment aftercare. I miss that kind of hands-on, up to your elbows work.
I looked at a few apartments and flats today. I was running late and did the first one on my own, even though my daughter wanted to make a day of it for the two of us. I called her afterwards and the four of us, me, she and the boys, viewed the other places where I had made appointments.
Oh, god, the first one was an eight-family building, four up, four down. When we walked in, the smell of tobacco smoke was strong, and only got heartier the longer we were there. At first we thought that the woman who showed us her apartment, as the sample, smoked and had sprayed some smelly cover up stuff, as we could smell that, too, but I think that the smoke smell was permeating her apartment from the smoking tenants on either side of her. Maybe from the upstairs apartment, too, but we will never know because I would not get out of there quickly enough.
You know, people can do whatever they like, smoke, drink, be stupid anyway they want. But, I am pretty sure that my lungs are still tender from that brief experience. I swear, it was like being in a restaurant before smoking was banned. Ick.
The agent tried to make me take an application. I did not. I was polite and told her that the place was too far from the town center and she went on and on about how she finds her place convenient to everything, and although she is mostly correct, there is not any way that I could visit the place, much less live there.
The next couple of places were nice, but had deficits that I just do not have to accept anymore. One was an upper flat, with a porch/balcony thing across the front. That rental agent went on and on about the dangers of such a porch and told me that it was a jumping porch and was to be used only to escape a fire when it was not possible to flee via the door. I had never heard of a full-scale porch being called that, just the wee and narrow ledges that you see outside a living room window or something.
So, I Googled it and cannot find anything of the sort. Because this was a remodeled single family home, there was not room in the kitchen for a sink, so they installed it in a closet adjoining the kitchen area. That actually was kind of cute, and I guess I could hide undone dishes that way. Other than that, it was tiny, the two bedrooms were tinier and the agent kind of creeped me out.
The last flat was nearly perfect. It is in an very old house. The stairs to the basement are squeezed in a small area that requires you to turn backward and duck your heat to get to the bottom. It does have an outside door, that kind that slants on the house and I could use that. The basement is also small and the storage area is already full of the lower flat's people's stuff, but each unit has its own washer and dryer. Nice, and especially nice in the winter to not have to drag everything to the laundromat.
The kitchen was huge, the bathroom was crammed under the eaves and kind of adorable. There is a pretty small living room, but it has two decent sized bedrooms and a third room, only slightly smaller, that the agent called a den.
The kitchen has a full-sized refrigerator. Nice, much nicer than the toy fridge here. It has a gas stove and a new range hood. New sinks, double and stainless steel. Most of the cabinets are original to the house, with a nice attempt to match the newer cabinets to them. There are nice windows, all brand-new, the energy efficient argon ones.
The only drawbacks are that each tenant pays all of the utilities, including water and sewer and garbage pick-up, in addition to the gas and electric. But, the rent is a bit lower than I am paying here, and since I am so frugal that it should not be a problem.
I like it. It is close to family and between the downtown and grocery/pharmacy/other stuff areas. The landlord lives next door. I am thinking that I will call him on Monday to let him know that I would like the flat.
So, two gigs and a nice choice of places to live, in just a week, less than a full week. It is making me nervous. It is like if all of this is so easy that there must be something I am missing or doing wrong, or maybe the Universe is just standing back, waiting to kick my ass.