‘These are the breaks’

I only had one thing on my to-do list yesterday before what I hoped would be a mostly free weekend. That thing not only did not come together, but downright exploded, so I’ve been up all night worrying and stressing.

So much for the beach. My new weekend goal is to get a nap to compensate for last night.

“Throw your hands up in the sky,
And wave ’em ’round from side to side,
And if you deserve a break tonight,
Somebody say all right!”

— Kurtis Blow, “The Breaks”

I was doing some math on my apartment(s). I was really expecting Mom would get a job and be able to alleviate some of the burden of her expenses. As it stands, I am spending as much on rent over the next year as I earned during the first year I lived in D.C.

I’m glad to be in that position, don’t get me wrong, but it almost feels like paying alimony to get a sense of peace.

I’ve decided her apartment is my “summer home.” Since everyone in Floriduh calls somewhere else home, preferably someplace with culture and shit — or at least something that’s open past 9 p.m. when I can enjoy it — that’s how I’ve got to frame it or else I’m going to drown in a river of regret.

Everyone at this apartment complex is miserable. People are moving out left and right. Now I’m dealing with a broken washer that they don’t see fit to fix. The landlady’s husband seems to serve as part-time handyman, instead of getting professionals to fix shit. (This is the second time my washer broke. Good times.)

I’m always looking for the silver lining, and I think I’ve found it: It’s October and not only was I rolling around in a tank top yesterday, but that’s how I dress for work. So I can kvetch all I want about how culture-free Florida is, but truly, I’d be winter-coat-shopping if I were still in D.C. Nothankyouverymuch.

Someone said to me once that you’ve got to give up the good things to get to the great things. I know I gave up a LOT of good things. I try not to inventory them anymore, but I know what they are. So that’s got to mean that great things are here or in progress.


One Lonely Response to ‘These are the breaks’

  1. Lachlan :

    I’m sorry the apartment complex is a mess, maintenance-wise. Thought about filing complaints with the local housing authorities? Maybe a few citations and fines will get them off their asses.