Real life stuff, cont.

[brigdh]

I've finally, after plenty of worrying and wondering, received the details of where I'll be living next year, and I figure that it was only fair to update you all too, since I've been talking about it often enough. Also, hell, it's livejournal: if you don't care, scroll past. I won't be offended.

I ended up going with the first option in the roommate poll- the one who described herself as having a "sarcastic sense of humor"- because that alone was enough to make me think I'd like her. I've talked to her a bit more since then; we've been sending short emails back and forth. It's still not enough to get a real sense of her personality, and besides, I'll have to meet the other girl too before I can see how close any of our guesses were. But she does strike me as someone I'd get along with; in fact, unless I'm guessing wrong, I think she has the specific personality type that I get along with very well.

You know the type of person who is very sweet, friendly and kind, but just a bit naive, so they never quite seem to catch on to the fact that not everyone is as kind as they are? The sort of person who gets themself hurt by running, oblivious, straight into the fact that reality is harsh and no one's looking out for you. For some reason, I adore people like that. I'm sure everyone's met at least one person who fits the category; I've mentally dubbed them 'sweethearts', because a huge percentage of my friends fall into this category, and I started needing a name to describe it. It's not necessarily my favorite type of personality, and many of the people I'm closest to, or most interested in or attracted to don't fit it at all.

But the thing is, people who do fit it? Short out the logic circuits of my brain. I can't help it; it's like the fact that they suffer for being so sweet offends my sense of justice, and I have to make it a personal goal to protect them as much as possible, or to rearrange the world for them as much as I can so that it better fits their vision of it. Which is not entirely a sane or fair thing to do, I know, but being aware of that doesn't stop me from wanting to. Whenever I meet a person like this, I tend to take them under my wing, watch out for them, guard them, and pet them when they cry before going out to rain hell on whoever caused their problem. Which is why I have so many friends who are sweethearts, since I adopt them wherever I find them, and if this girl is indeed one, I doubt that we'll have any problems getting along at all.

We'll be living in a two-bedroom apartment in Stuyvesant Town, which was my first choice of the places that were offered, so I'm happy. I've pulled some photos of it off the internet; the buildings look depressingly like the one I lived in two years ago, actually, but it has much bigger rooms than the other option, and is in a park, which is nice. It's not in Greenwich Village, which is where NYU is, but it's nearby; here's a map. (You know, the weirdness of this suddenly strikes me: using google to find pictures and exact maps of a place I'm 500 miles away from, for the purpose of showing people on other continents, without anyone getting up from their chair. What did we do before the internet, again?) I've even got the floorplan to the apartment, in case anyone's really interested. I think it seems very nice, but then, it's New York. I'd be excited no matter where in the city I was going to be living.

I don't know yet the exact building or floor I'll be living on. I suppose it won't make much difference, but I can't help being curious. Still, it's good to know even this much, though the it makes the two and a half months left till I move there seem very long.

Comments

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Sat around and longed for the ability to make the entire world like one big party, perhaps.

[shes-unreal.livejournal.com]

Talked on the phone for six to twelve hours at a time. :p

Some people still do, can you believe it?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Same here. There's no way you could get me to have a six-hour phone conversation.

[coffeeandink.livejournal.com]

Stuyvesant Town *is* very nice; two of my friends lived there in high school, and there's a long waiting list to get in.

It's probably going to seem tiny to you, though.

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

That's good to know!

I don't think it'll be too bad; my bedroom this year was only 11 by 16, and that was shared with another person. If anything, I think I'll have more space, or certainly more space that's mine alone, which is the most important.

[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

That looks terrific, by the twisted standards of entry-level Manhattan housing.

Do you have a mechanism for deciding who gets the big bedroom, that is not right next to the kitchen and common room?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Heh, exactly. I'm still amazed by the cost of rent, and that's with it half-covered by the school.

No, not yet, but in truth I don't really care. They're both big enough to make me happy, and I'd just as rather be further away from the bathroom than the kitchen.

[childofatlantis.livejournal.com]

Now I'm trying to think if I know anyone like that. I don't think I do... most of my friends seem to be of the faintly sardonic variety. :)

Also, wow, you're apartment looks shiny. *envies*

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

Hee. I probably know more of them than there are in the general population, because I collect them.

Thank you! I'm so excited.