AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

*sigh* I'm alternating between resignation and frustration. I had a wonderful weekend in Ithaca; I came back feeling refreshed, ready to take on life again, even feeling like attempting to be social with my fellow AmeriCorps members. And then tonight my roommate tells me she's moving out at the end of the month, leaving me in a bit of a lurch.

Sure, there's a lot of sublets going to be opening up; it shouldn't be too difficult to find another place to live. But I like my apartment, and I'm going to have to be moving again at the end of the summer. I wasn't prepared for this.

And I suppose everyone is going to tell me to be flexible. It's funny what people's definitions of flexible is. Necessity dictates that I be flexible. I will find another apartment, and you know, I might even end up better off because it's possible that I could find some place just as nice for cheaper through roommates.com or whatever. I can definitely use a little money saving. And sure, it's not much different than what a fair number of people do in college. And we're supposed to roll with the punches and what not.

Well, I'll find another place, I'm sure - I'm not going to live in a box. And I'll find somewhere in CT. And I'm not going to dwell on this, once I've found a place. Had my roommate given me some notice that she was considering moving out, instead of just dropping it on me so that I basically have to tell my landlord tonight if I'm going to move out as well (because of the 30 day notice clause), it would still be a hassle but I'd say all's fair, I'll deal. But why the hell shouldn't I be a little bit upset right when I find out?

For all that these "south" personalities are supposed to be soooo understanding, I find their understanding symphatheticness to be limited to their own kind. I feel this way about Christy and about Nancy at work - both people considered to be extremely sympathetic, and caring about other peoples feelings, and what not. And they are, as a general rule - but they don't understand me, or the way I think, and will look at me with this "What are you talking about?" look sometimes.

I know I shouldn't stress as much about this as I am. I'll find more housing, it really shouldn't be a problem. This is the way I react though in such situations - I take the news calmly at first, and then in about 1/2 an hours time I start freaking out somewhat out of proportion, but the freak out period usually passes (only after I've vented to a # of people who are like "woah, chill") and then I settle down to doing what needs to be done.

Grant me my freak out period, okay? It bugs me that people think I should skip it. Trying to talk myself out of it doesn't help - it just prolongs the matter. So it's not like I'm buying anything if I tried.