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Today I start moving. Got the car laden with enough stuff to let me start building my room. After rush hour, off I go; maybe I'll make a second trip to bless my room with a table and bookshelf. (Chez Chestnut and Minas Morgul are about 20 minutes apart.) Then I'll spend the night, and tomorrow N&M and their associates pile in with all of their everything. Once all that settles, I'll move in the rest of my stuff, a task for which I have a three-week budget (Leslee doesn't take over my space until mid-June, and I don't expect that any C.Chestnut dwellers will rush my absconsion with my computer furniture. Heck, I won't rush myself with that, either. I hate heavy things.)
I feel silly to admit that I'm still kind of worried about N&M, who seem so irrevocably urban, and here they are moving into the suburbs with me. But worrying openly would become an insult, since they've thought over this carefully, and explored the area a lot on their own while we were all still in the pondering phase of this operation. It's all good.
I decided last night, in no uncertain terms, that I've got to find more work ASAP. My income from writing remains far too theoretical for comfort. It's likely that most of the money I'll "make" this month is actually loans from my parents; this is, in fact, really bad. The writing I'm doing now will pay off in due time, but that's not now.
To this end, I talked with Joe a little today, finally. Yes, he agreed, it couldn't hurt to bark up the same trees he's found. He told me the hourly rate he's charging, and, as I had guessed earlier about this sort of thing, it's close to triple what I'm billing my one consulting client.
So now my ally Joe knows I'm snuffing for leads, and after the weekend a couple of people from my not-to-distant past who may be capable of giving me leads will know, too. (Grumble... I would have sent out an email this morning but the Chestnut house Internet has bit the bag. Only one of the three of us knows how to fix it (it's all through a BSD box not of my making), and this person is apparently choosing to let it fix itself. So be it. I'm moving out, I am.)
Yes, it occurs to me that my new housemates afford some interesting and possibly lucrative connections, as well. Landing an interesting part-time job would work as well for me as freelance programming, maybe even better.
Righto. Going to update the ol' resume tonight.