When I told my sister about Sheet Harbour, she said that I'd probably find some amazing apartment on the ocean for $100.

As it turns out, I found a house.

Although it's not $100, it's $450, with heat and lights included. It's furnished, it has 3 bedrooms, a cute little kitchen, a porch, a living room, and a little deck. Goddamn. I can't wait to post pictures of the view from my living room (woa. my living room). We lucked out. As it turns out someone's 90 year old grandmother passed away recently, leaving this cute little cottage-like house vacant. The children weren't sure what to do with the house, but my new boss (who is related to these people) called, and they decided to rent it, for the right person. Turns out, it was me! It's a good thing, because there was really nothing else. If that hadn't come along, I probably wouldn't have decided to stay.

As a matter of fact, when I initially talked with Myrene, my new boss, I didn't have a good feeling at all. It had nothing to do with Myrene, as she seems like a great person, and made me feel very comfortable. I think it was panic. She talked about the type of stuff I would do, and talked about the town, and then it just seemed too real. This was really happening. After our first conversation, we drove around town a bit and looked at some places to stay. Well, we looked at 2 places to stay. One was a 2 bedroom apartment, that we couldn't go into because it was being renovated, and the other was the house, which we also couldn't get into, because no one was around. Besides, it was a house. I knew I wouldn't be able to afford it. So, the little, screaming girl made herself known again. I didn't want to stay, I didn't feel good about it. I must say, I was a basket case.

Then we returned to the office, where we talked a bit more. We gave Delbert, the son of the woman who used to live in the house. He told my father the price over the phone, and my father nearly took it right away. We drove back to the house to meet Delbert. We waited in the car for about 10 minutes for him. During that time, we tried to figure out the budget. Rent would cost a little over 1 week of work. Not bad at all. So, we looked through the house. I must say, it was a bit spooky, as there were family knick-knacks all around the house. Her presence was still very much in the house. But it's such a cute little place, and I must say I started to get a little excited. I had visions of morning coffees in my kitchen, and daquiries on my deck. Holy shit.

So we left, and had a bite to eat (note to self: cook for yourself, the chicken I ordered at the restaurant was frozen in the middle, ugh). This was probably my most basket-case-esque part of the day. For the past few days, I'd been constantly on the verge of tears (which came to a head on Sunday, but I digress) but yesterday was the worst. I had a bit of a breakdown at the restaurant, but I tried to keep it unnoticeable. After talking with my parents/mental health workers/real estate agents, I realized that I couldn't not take it. Even if it turns out to be a terrible experience, it would be better than wondering what would happen if I didn't take it.

There is the money thing, though. I hope I can get on Interest Relief so I can have some extra breathing room while I'm there. Otherwise, I think we figured I'd have something like $100 extra at the end of the month, which is not enough for me for an emergency fund.

So, I'll be moving on January 17th, and starting work on January 19th. I'm expecting a big send off, okay? I'm also expecting everyone to visit me. I have 2 extra rooms, don't forget. Plenty of room for visitors.

There's lots more to talk about, but I've got lots of stuff to do with work, so I better end it here.

Oh, Happy New Year, Everyone!!!!