Coming To Your Neighborhood

This morning when I got up, I must admit I was feeling in a bit of a funk, reading a bit and eating some Life cereal as I paced up and down in the empty living room of my apartment. Earlier this morning I had read about how some 40% of millennials don’t like eating cereal for breakfast in the morning because they don’t like washing the dishes. Since my taste in cereal is as dry as my sense of humor, this is no problem for me. Dry cereal is a good food to eat when one is pacing up and down. Being a person of nervous energy, I do a lot of pacing when I’m not firmly rooted in one place. As it was, I had certain ideas about what I needed to do, and certain things that I wanted to do, and so after reading and relaxing and getting myself into at least somewhat of a settled state, I put my laundry in the dryer and went to Vancouver to begin my day’s errands. Given that all of the places I had been able to look at were either filled up before I had been able to move or were way out of my price range, starting in the $800/month range and going up from there, if things had not worked out in Vancouver, it would have been a very grim situation indeed, with little time to spare before facing the threat of homelessness. As it was, I was worried about the cost of application fees and deposits given the fact that I only take home about 62% of my gross pay after taxes, insurance, and college loan wage garnishment [1].

When I got there and turned in my forms, after I had e-mailed my income verification, before signing the forms the lady at the rental center wanted to talk to me for a few minutes. She rather pointedly asked me questions and commented that had I been applying for an apartment on my own, rather than as an added roommate for an existing resident, that I would have been declined because of the collections on my account related to student loans. She commented as well that the apartment complex was very protective of its residents, and that she wanted to make sure that I would be honorable and open about such matters. As a scrupulously honorable person, I am the sort of person who gives fair warning about such matters, as I do not like being surprised and do not like to surprise others. It did not offend me that she felt it necessary to be so protective of her residents; I simply wished that I was on the other side of such protectiveness myself. And so it was that after signing a short lease addendum, and being promised to have access to the 20-30 pages of rules in the lease that I would now be responsible for, as no one is more aware of the handwriting of requirements against them than I am, I gave a fond farewell to my new roommate, and told him that I would get in touch with him later this week about moving my fairly modest collection of material goods.

With my lease addendum in hand, I then went off to downtown Vancouver do one of my essential tasks, and that is getting a new library card. Since this library card, for the Fort Vancouver Regional Library system, is good for Clark, Scamania, Klickitat, and part of Cowlitz counties, that means that there are only two counties in the entire Greater Portland metropolitan area that I lack library cards for in my collection, Columbia and Yamhill counties. What I once joked about [2] no longer appears to be very much of a joke. Anyway, the relief of the stress about being without a place to live, and about being in a library, one of the places I must enjoy being, since I am most at home where there are wonderful books to read, which is at least one of the reasons why I collect so many books. At any rate, I felt happy even after having to deal with the nightmare that is finding parking in downtown Vancouver. Not being a person who enjoys driving or parking in downtown areas, any downtown areas, even for a city of fairly modest size like Vancouver, with my task-oriented tunnel vision, the generally cramped and crowded streets, and the threat-heavy environment, I will likely not venture to downtown more often than is necessary to pick up my beloved books from on hold, or go to various meetings at the library. As it happens, when I was in the library I saw a poster advertising two community meetings on consecutive Thursday nights on the affordable housing problem in Clark County. Given my own personal interest in the subject, I made it a point to sign up for the meetings and begin my involvement in Clark County in proper activist style.

After that I found a quiet place to read, pondered over the joys of Duke’s basketball team getting pounded by Pittsburgh, and the extent to which that helped Pittsburgh’s seeding for this year’s NCAA tournament, and whether it brought them close to lock status, and cheered on #TeamLeo for the Oscars. I did my grocery shopping, thought about my schedule for cleaning up the rest of the apartment and throwing away the various junk items and clutter that are in my room, and how to properly stage the work, including turning in the DSL to the nearest Xfinity office, which I have no idea of the location of at present. I also got the good news from my pastor, after having asked him about when I would be giving my sermonette on the handwriting of requirements that is against us [3], and he stated that I was invited to give it the next time he went to Hood River. Now I just have to figure out when that is, as I have some good ideas on how to improve the sermonette and make it more relevant and interactive to the audience, given my native inclination to give cerebral and clinical messages. All in all, it was a productive day; I even managed to finish reading a book despite everything. And even though there are many errands ahead over moving from one state to another, at least it is good to have a direction to be pointed in.

[1] See, for example:

[2] See, for example:

[3] See, for example:

About nathanalbright

I'm a person with diverse interests who loves to read. If you want to know something about me, just ask.
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