Well, today, after various frustrating things happned, I ran off and sought refuge in the library of my university (did I just use refuge and my university in the same non-negative sentence?).  I continued my search for rooms to rent, because, well, because I need to rent a room!

I came upon an ad for a co-op in a city east of my school. Regardless of whether I was continuing with school here or not, I’m not sure I want to live anywhere in Los Angeles county that’s east of where my school is.  But the co-op sounded interesting. And I had a lot of time on my hands. So I contacted one of the inhabitants and scheduled a time to go over and check things out.

I was introduced to several of the 14 or so people that are currently living in the two houses that comprise the co-op. The houses were quite large and everyone kept asking if I was staying for dinner (I wasn’t). There’s a funky little garden out back, like something I’d have planted myself, quite homey and personal – a far cry from the neat rows of the garden I worked in over in PA just a few weeks ago.

One of the women who resides in one of the houses was very friendly and immediately asked me if I wanted to see her room and her cat. Now, I don’t like cats. But she was so nice, so I consented. After touring that house, she showed me her multi-colored funky fabulous room, and introduced me to her cat (whose name I have already forgotten). Of course, she is an artist in the midst of creating several fun things.

She ended up giving me a card to a local art show that she’s checking out, and gave me the business card to the coffee shop she works at. Who knows, we might even hang out sometime, should we make good on that lovely phrase “we should hang out sometime” that people tend to say and not follow through on.

So there, I met new people.