I finally asked my squatter (and her boyfriend) to leave, then abandoned the apartment myself, along with the $$$ that I put into the painting, repairs, and improvements. I also forfeited the deposit. The landlady called to threaten me several times until I assured her that I was not interested in receiving my security deposit back from her. She’s only contacted me twice since then: once to tell me to bring her headboard back, or she’d report me to the police–I let her know she’d find it under the bed, and once more to complain that the plastic cap that keeps the television remote control battery in place was missing. It slid under the TV table awhile back, but I figure the money I left her will cover a brand new remote, so I didn’t bother replying to that one.
So, now that nightmare is behind me, and I’ve moved into a new, beautiful apartment in an even better location, with lovely furniture, new appliances, sun streaming through the windows, and two normal roommates who bake regularly. (Yikes. I’ve had to up my workout regimen to compensate for the cookies, pies, brownies, and loaves they make and leave on the table to tempt me.) In fact, these two have inspired me to cook, too, and I’ve realized/remembered that I’m kind of good at it.
Spicy red lentils. See?
Oh, and the rent is cheaper & there are more and better amenities. Score.
Dance-wise, I’ve started teaching Zumba, and although I’ve only just started, people are really feeling it. Even more than my belly dance classes, actually. . . . Also, I had started performing at a new venue, but then I sent a sub there for one weekend so I could perform at a bigger gig for more $$, and guess what? The new place took on my sub as their regular dancer! Ouch. In my face!
Gigs come and go, though. I’ve also been asked by a preschool to run the dance portion of their summer camp, and continue through the school year on a twice-weekly basis. Plus, I’ve been contracted to perform on a boat for 40 consecutive nights in June and July.
I’m going to a super-chic wedding tomorrow. Perhaps Mr. Right will be in attendance. Or perhaps Mr. Rightforrightnow.
