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I found a new place to live today, after a relaxing night of cuddling and dinner with an overworked Type Geek, I checked out an apartment share close to his neighborhood.

You see, in the last several years I went from being a shoestring budget entrepreneur with a small business and a small condo I owned in an up and coming neighborhood to a bankrupt entrepreneur with a failed business and condo in foreclosure. The recession and housing burst sucked, I won’t lie. It has been a rough couple of years watching my housing value disintegrate to nearly 60% less than what I paid for it, while the neighborhood became even more unstable than it was when I moved it. Back then, 4.5 years ago, there wasn’t violent crime, there was only a huge immigrant population and no Starbucks. But, a Starbucks was planned, less than a mile from my condo, so the purchase made sense.

Only, 6 months later, the recession kicked in and that mixed used hotel development with the Starbucks, well, it pulled out and went elsewhere, and so did my equity. A couple of schwag bean joints opened up, all with the potential to have good coffee, but without the dedication to actually doing so, so I gave up on finding real coffee in my neighborhood. Then began the graffiti, and the random men following me on the streets,my dog getting attacked my strays, the stolen plants from outside my door and finally, the drive by shootings. I’m done. I never would have been able to sell for what I paid and by the point I needed to get out for sanities sake, my business was in the state of being dissolved.

I had been holding on by a string, wading through the recession and the competition from Amazon (any retail business these days hears, “but Amazon has it for this much”. Sure they do, because they buy 100x more than I do and get the distributer pricing and sell to you at wholesale. I get wholesale pricing… I can’t sell to you for less than I pay!) So, eventually the string began to disentegrate. Perhaps where I am today is an inevitable, however, having my mother proclaim herself emancipated from my father, and moving in with me (no asking, just proclaiming), I was forced to use my entire savings, take out personal loans from friends and barter for the remaining needed in order to build out a second bedroom in my condo. The promise was that she would contribute once here. I told her I was not in the financial state to do this, but that I would, if she could help once she arrived. She stayed 3 weeks. She complained the entire time and then left, without apology. I saw not one dime to replace or help pay towards the loans I now had over my head.

Within months I was defaulted on my condo. I eventually gave up wanting to renegotiate my loan because frankly, I wanted out of the neighborhood anyway. Short Sell? The unit above me has been trying to short sell for a year. It isn’t happening. No one is buying in this neighborhood. So, I began seriously looking at apartments a few months ago. The dog has presented a hurdle that 4.5 years ago wasn’t an issue. Now it is a renters market though. Things are harder, more expensive.

Type Geek told me that I might need to bite the bullet and accept that living with someone might be a viable and potentially attractive alternative to a tiny studio, which at this point was becoming all I could afford. I found a loft I loved. The owner said no to the dog. I made appointments to see various places, only to have the potential roommates flake several times. So, on this morning, since I was close by the apartment I was to view this weekend, I decided to see if I could check it out early, since I was around. Hardwood floors, dining room, back deck, fenced in back yard, dog friendly, flat-mate rooms on different floors so built-in privacy, laundry on site, quiet residential, close to good coffee, good food and… Type Geek. Dog will have company. I will have a room with sunlight again. I will have a kitchen I can cook in. I will have a yard to spend time in and grow my tomatoes. I knew immediatly that I would be able to live there. We shook hands and agreed to finish the paperwork in 15 days. Sigh. Now, I call the mortgage company and see if they will pay towards my move. There is this great thing that Obama’s legislation helped create, a relocation reimbursement for deed in leiu properties. Even if it is only $1,000, that is incredible. I am so happy and so relieved. It is truly the beginning of a shiny new era in Student Driver’s life.

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Let’s wrap up and just cross off the list those that we are not carrying over into 2010:

Peruvian Hottie (collective BOOOOO), Jewish Dad with dogs (eh, his laugh ANNOYED me so I never even went out with him), the Luthier (just wasn’t feeling terribly attracted to him, seemed nice but eh), The Hickie Giving Musician (just can’t do it, not feeling it), Rosemary (we all know why), the Aussie (young), and the Farmer (a girl can only be so patient).

Here is the new cluster of boys/men:

Academic (super cute and younger and had some hmm, hot chat sex, ooops), Former Reporter (turns out we have some history in another life that overlaps), Tattooed Rock Musician (seems nice, feeling eh about it), Tattooed Insomniac Artist (makes cakes at 2:30 in the morning, cause he’s in the mood for cake and milk. It’s either cute or weird or maybe both),Art Teacher (interesting, quirky), Middle School Teacher (a little odd, not sure about him yet) and there is the Flannel Turkish guy from New Year’s Eve, which is a night I will explain in a moment.

There you have a list of the guys I am currently speaking with and trying to figure out what they are about. Follow along in the future.

Now, New Year’s Eve. I heard nothing back from Peruvian, a huge disappointment but life must go on. I called the foreigner and we opted to go to this chill lounge on the other side of town. We met close by and drove over together. I worried that the night was going to be a bust when we walked in and there were only 15 people there! It was only 9:30, I remained hopeful. So, we sat, we drank, we covered ourselves from the cold blast of arctic air each time the door opened. Eventually people filtered in and a) blocked the cold air (yay!) and b) suddenly filled the joint! After I picked up my 3rd drink, I was ready to move a bit. The DJ’s were doing an amazing job mixing up funk, disco, 80’s, and various electronic tracks and everyone had a groove working. I made notice of an attractive gentleman at one point, looked at him a few times and smiled once or twice. Young, but very cute and TALL.

So, I danced. I had begun work on another cocktail and midnight came around. The foreigner grabbed me and started making out with me (?!) and then I went back to dancing. After midnight the crowd loosened up as people had gotten their midnight kissage out-of-the-way and were now just having fun. A turkish guy started dancing with me and eventually making out with me. It was fun but I was still thinking of the young cute Tall thing over in the corner from earlier. Eventually, I was able to make my way over there and at some point ended up kissing one of the DJ’s (really?! He was good, but that good?) and provided a charity kiss to an older woman who had never kissed a woman in her life, until at some point I got a hold of the Tall Cutie. Best lips of the night.

Eventually the bar closed and the foreigner and I left without my getting the young man’s name. His kiss is stuck on my lips though. I put out a Craigslist Missed Connection. What else do you do? How do you find someone after the fact? I’m not looking for love with him, but maybe a cocktail and some more kissage. Mmmm, kissage.

The night wrapped uneventfully and we now find ourselves in 2010. It feels odd. Surreal. 2009 was a bad year for me. It began with the death of an older friend and ended with perhaps a death to my former self. At least, a shedding of that former self. Let’s see what 2010 has to offer. A new decade, a new self, a whole new adventure.

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