Hanoi floods
17 years ago
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Being nomadic is stressful
Many moons have lapsed since I've blogged...and as I sit in the Wilkinson Public Library in Telluride, CO, I really wish I would have chosen a keyboard with a more subtle tappy noise.
Call me a nerd, but I really love libraries (except CC's). Knowledge seems to be circling around my head, inspiring me to do things that I normally wouldn't take the time to do. Like sit down and write this blog. Or write a letter...by hand...with a stamp on it! (God, who does that anymore?).
I think the best way to account for this story is to start backwards, with the here and now. I am in Telluride to work for my week of employment in February as a part time ski instructor. Last time I came up, I stayed with a girl who I made friends with in the snow college. Well, when I called her up yesterday, it turns out that she busted her knee and doesn't want to deal with company. And being Megan, OF COURSE, I didn't find this out until 10:00AM, my planned time of departure. So frantically, I get on Craigslist and look up some housing ads in Telluride. I know of a floor I can sleep on in an emergency, but this isn't an emergency yet, it's just dire. I could sleep in my car if I had to.
So posting number one: Roommate needed, $700 month with 2 laid back guys. I call the number and whala a 20-somethings guy answers the phone. I told him my situation, and though he said he had the room booked for somone already, they weren't coming in til early next week and I could stay there for a few days if I wanted. If you ever want to stress out your mother and your significant other, tell them you're going to stay with a complete stranger in a ski town. That will make them happy.
In my head though, people who live in Telluride for work, rather than for play, have this common ground of being taken in and rescued from the streets by another fellow worker at one time or another. That's how it seems to work out. And so as I stay with 2 boys in their house in Telluride, I'm strangely reminded of CC, these bohemian boys paying $100 a day to ski, working at budget rent-a-car, anything just to be on the slopes.
Where did I come from to get to Telluride, you say? Well, my dad talked me into coming down to Cedar City to help him build a kitchen for a client. Times are slow and my dad didn't have a lot of work, and he knew that I had no job and so cheap labor was better than no labor at all. Well out of nowhere, my dad landed a huge contract job to do cabinets for the airforce base in New Mexico, and suddenly he can keep me employed until March.
Before this little boom of labor, I was living in Salt Lake for all of about 2 weeks with my Aunt Wendy. Ray came down from Wyoming to visit, I was trying to sort out my unemployment situation, etc. Salt Lake became my city of choice because (a) I found no housing in Telluride, (b) I found no job that would have paid for any potential housing I might have found in Telluride, (c)living with your Aunt is not as bad as living with your parents (to the outsider perspective), and (c2)Salt Lake is closer to Ray ;).
I worked at Telluride the week between Christmas and New Years and then Made it up to Greeley to see Elsa while she was home for break. We had a blast in Greeley, playing with the dogs, seeing a movie, hot tubbing, and general debauchery. Good times Elsa!
I moved out of the government housing in Rawlins on December 18th and I've just been all over these 3 states ever since then, never staying more than 2 weeks anywhere.
These are indeed kooky times, and I think that those of you who took Grad school or any 2 year commitment before the economy crashed --- smart thinking. Be grateful.
So, meanwhile, in Telluride, I may have to leave my current housing on the 16th and I'm scheduled to work through the 18th. So, back to craigslist, I made a post of desperation in the housing area, saying that I would be willing to pay someone for the use of their spare bedroom if available. And -dink- there is a message in my inbox from a kindly man offering to let me stay with his wifey in Mountain Village. People are kind. And the moral of the story is, take care of people when times are hard, take care of each other. Because if you can trade a couple of scoops of chicken food for the labor to shovel your driveway, both parties stand to gain (Okay, so weird analogy, but hey I'm at 10,000ft, the air is thin up here).
Hugs to all, hope you are surviving in these hard times.
Skiing in my dusty boots,
Megan
Call me a nerd, but I really love libraries (except CC's). Knowledge seems to be circling around my head, inspiring me to do things that I normally wouldn't take the time to do. Like sit down and write this blog. Or write a letter...by hand...with a stamp on it! (God, who does that anymore?).
I think the best way to account for this story is to start backwards, with the here and now. I am in Telluride to work for my week of employment in February as a part time ski instructor. Last time I came up, I stayed with a girl who I made friends with in the snow college. Well, when I called her up yesterday, it turns out that she busted her knee and doesn't want to deal with company. And being Megan, OF COURSE, I didn't find this out until 10:00AM, my planned time of departure. So frantically, I get on Craigslist and look up some housing ads in Telluride. I know of a floor I can sleep on in an emergency, but this isn't an emergency yet, it's just dire. I could sleep in my car if I had to.
So posting number one: Roommate needed, $700 month with 2 laid back guys. I call the number and whala a 20-somethings guy answers the phone. I told him my situation, and though he said he had the room booked for somone already, they weren't coming in til early next week and I could stay there for a few days if I wanted. If you ever want to stress out your mother and your significant other, tell them you're going to stay with a complete stranger in a ski town. That will make them happy.
In my head though, people who live in Telluride for work, rather than for play, have this common ground of being taken in and rescued from the streets by another fellow worker at one time or another. That's how it seems to work out. And so as I stay with 2 boys in their house in Telluride, I'm strangely reminded of CC, these bohemian boys paying $100 a day to ski, working at budget rent-a-car, anything just to be on the slopes.
Where did I come from to get to Telluride, you say? Well, my dad talked me into coming down to Cedar City to help him build a kitchen for a client. Times are slow and my dad didn't have a lot of work, and he knew that I had no job and so cheap labor was better than no labor at all. Well out of nowhere, my dad landed a huge contract job to do cabinets for the airforce base in New Mexico, and suddenly he can keep me employed until March.
Before this little boom of labor, I was living in Salt Lake for all of about 2 weeks with my Aunt Wendy. Ray came down from Wyoming to visit, I was trying to sort out my unemployment situation, etc. Salt Lake became my city of choice because (a) I found no housing in Telluride, (b) I found no job that would have paid for any potential housing I might have found in Telluride, (c)living with your Aunt is not as bad as living with your parents (to the outsider perspective), and (c2)Salt Lake is closer to Ray ;).
I worked at Telluride the week between Christmas and New Years and then Made it up to Greeley to see Elsa while she was home for break. We had a blast in Greeley, playing with the dogs, seeing a movie, hot tubbing, and general debauchery. Good times Elsa!
I moved out of the government housing in Rawlins on December 18th and I've just been all over these 3 states ever since then, never staying more than 2 weeks anywhere.
These are indeed kooky times, and I think that those of you who took Grad school or any 2 year commitment before the economy crashed --- smart thinking. Be grateful.
So, meanwhile, in Telluride, I may have to leave my current housing on the 16th and I'm scheduled to work through the 18th. So, back to craigslist, I made a post of desperation in the housing area, saying that I would be willing to pay someone for the use of their spare bedroom if available. And -dink- there is a message in my inbox from a kindly man offering to let me stay with his wifey in Mountain Village. People are kind. And the moral of the story is, take care of people when times are hard, take care of each other. Because if you can trade a couple of scoops of chicken food for the labor to shovel your driveway, both parties stand to gain (Okay, so weird analogy, but hey I'm at 10,000ft, the air is thin up here).
Hugs to all, hope you are surviving in these hard times.
Skiing in my dusty boots,
Megan
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