So Ryan asked me if I would consider getting a house with him and Mike. I’m actually seriously considering doing this. I don’t really know if it’s common in other places around the country for relatively young people to group up and get a house, but it happens quite a bit around here.
I realize the decision would be rash and possibly regrettable, but it may very well be the change that I so dearly need.
Really, there are a only a few things that would keep me from living with those guys:
1. I don’t even technically have a job right now, and even when I do, I don’t exactly make enough to live on. Though, with three of us, it might be doable.
2. I don’t have a car. I hate bumming rides off of people, and don’t want to resort to doing it all the time.
3. I’d feel guilty for not moving in with Gary. We’re not going out anymore, but the goal was kind of to get a place together. I’ve always had a bit of a shaky feeling about having my first place be with him though, because he hates most people and I might want to actually have people over from time to time.

I think it would be a nice thing to try. It might completely break me down, but as I said. Change. Need it.