I was in a Mexican restaurant the other day when someone said to me, ” Midland is the perfect place for you.”
I thought to myself. Yes. In theory, this place rocks. Better economy. Sure.
But not really. I think I may have lived in the city to long or something, but evenings hangin out at The Outback Steakhouse or any other chain resturant every night ain’t my idea of a good time ….
“We don’t do that out here. We stopped doing that.”
Well of course not. Not when every asshole is willing to pay $44 for brand new ink cartridges. Including me.
In fact, tomorrow I have a meeting with the leasing office to speak with the manager about whether or not to renew my lease. A little birdie in the office told me that the management company plans to raise my rent to $1240. That’ s almost $150 increase. WTF?
Why I asked?
“Well, the market calls for it. They estimate that there will be another boom in March.”
For one, who the fuck is “they”?
But I didn’t ask that, though. I know who “they” is.
Son of a….
Luckily, for me. This isn’t my first go around. Not the first boom and bust I’ve been thru. I saw this when I lived out in Buckeye. I loved living out there…nice open space, cotton fields as far as you could see. Clear air. It was beautiful. It was worth the money. But not here.
Probably won’t be the last time I see something like this. Boom and Bust. Boom and Bust. Hell, there are Econ books written strictly on this subject.
I, for one, will not pay three times as much as I would pay in Tucson. I won’t. Punk me, no more. Not one more inch. Not for apartment buildings that are dry rotting from the outside. Yeah. For realsy. I didn’t mention it but about a month ago my neighbor on the second floor walked out into his patio and it started to give way. On to my patio.
I can’t make this shit up.
“Jenny, ain’t this a bitch. Im paying over $1100 a month for some Slumdog Millionaire Bullshit.”
“Oh hellnah, ” she says.
The next day a couple guys come out to jigger rig this patio from falling on mine. They tell the birdies in the office.
“Yeah, we had a hard time getting that back up. The building needs to be gutted. The woods done rot.”
I’ll be honest, I’m not quite ready to pick up and move home yet. For one, I’ve finally gotten a chance to catch up on debt. And two, moving gets hard on your body. Hard on the soul. I’ve been trying to find my niche here, but I’m not sure this is the right place. I like the country. But this ain’t country. This is oil and gas. Roads are all busted up. Smells like shit. (But I’m safe and have food….hmmm).
I’m grateful, but I also see whats happening here. These people want to be a city so bad, its almost scary.
So I’m gonna be a good House girl and speak the woman real sweet tomorrow. Let her know I understand the market. blah, blah, blah. And hope I can get an extension til June. And give myself a little time to think about it clearer.
Money is a wonderful thing to have. But I did learn during this 6 months is that sometimes money isn’t worth the distance, the headache. Wealthy, isolated and miserable. Not a good look on me. I know there must be a middle ground. Time to marinate. Maybe even say a prayer or two.
I also know that my situation is odd. I know that in some ways I don’t belong here. Just like I don’t belong in Idaho.
Somethings just won’t ever work. No matter what.
I get two choices today. To keep fighting impossible battles or not.