The Color of Dispair
I’m feeling a little depressed.

I usually get this way whenever I go through long periods without sunlight. I should really find a place which sells those full-spectrum light bulbs and buy a lamp for my office. Even though my office is blessed with three large windows, lately the weather has been kind of blah. Sure, the temperature is nice. But it’s been cloudy and gloomy lately. This added to later sunrises and earlier sunsets is a recipe for just…blahness.

I’m also thinking of moving, which is sort of weighing down on me. Granted, it’s not really a big move. A friend of mine from work is renting a house from another person. The house has three bedrooms and he recently found out that one of his housemates is moving out in January and he offered the room to me. Barring any real objection from our other friend (he has some concerns about my cats), it looks like the room is mine if I want it.

Well, I really would be crazy to pass up an opportunity like that. Not only is it much closer to where I work, but it’s also a good deal cheaper too. If you include the fact that water, gas and electric are being paid by the owner of the house then economically it’s really a steal. Plus, grocery duties would be shared among the three of us and my friends are pretty clean people and generally great to get along with.

So why am I spending so much time thinking about this? That’s a pretty good question.

I guess I’m just someone who doesn’t really agree with change. I’ve gotten so used to living at my current place that it seems hard for me to leave it. I’ve gotten to know some of the people there, plus I’ve become used to knowing where all the stores are. Familiarity is something that I treasure and I don’t know if I want to give that up. I like having Trader Joe’s and Barnes and Noble right down the street. I like having the grocery store and drug store less than a mile from my place. But most of all, I like being able to do what I want whenever I want.

I think that’s what I’m dreading the most. If I do move, I’ll no longer have my own things. I’ll have to share my food in the fridge and freezer. I’ll have to share a bathroom (probably) with someone else. I won’t be able to watch whatever I want on television nor will I be able to just be me. Yes, I understand that I’ll have my own room where I can hide. But still…

I’ll have to give more thought to this tomorrow.