I am so moved…

Well, I’m mostly moved. The flat I’m buying with my roommate/friend isn’t ready yet, so we’ve had to move to another temporary sublet. Michael (roommate) and I worked out yet another temporary place to stay until our place is ready.

So this last weekend while Michael was away and my back was literally spazzing out, I moved the entire apartment with some help from friends, and have kept the studio in the old place for a few more days while I move DSL, and blah blah blah.

Last night, the landlady came upstairs looking distraught and sad. She’s apparently going through a rough divorcey kinda thing in her unit downstairs and is keeping a room upstairs as a place to retreat. I was told when I did a walkthrough that the landlady was only upstairs once every couple of months. Turns out she actually lives there a LOT as a refuge from her situation downstairs. Surprise #1. Surprise #2 – the third room we were supposed to be renting was full of stuff. I compacted all the stuff into part of the room to create more space, but it’s still less than a full third room.

So Michael, who is a tennant’s rights lawyer (which in addition to being a stellar and frequent cook makes him a super roommie) sees things very plainly – as a tennant’s rights lawyer. I can totally relate with Landlady, and find myself in the position of mediating between these two, although I also have a stake in this.

Anyway, I found it kind of amusing (that is to say that my reaction to stressful situations is laughter) that I’ve always felt great about having Michael as a roomie, knowing that any rental situation we find ourselves in, we’d be protected. Now I find myself empathizing with this woman who just wants a peaceful home and has had a seven or eight year stretch of one gnarly renter after another. She’s kinda fried.

So tonight we sit down and talk about the situation, what we need, etc.. I’m not really happy about the fact that the Landlady is going to be regularly living upstairs. And I’m not sure how the rehearsal situation is going to work out. I have a non-negotiable need to rehearse daily. Whether or not I can do this will determine whether or not I stay or have to move again. This time under duress.

Meanwhile, I’m recording the second half of my demo on Thursday. More on that later.