I was dreading moving, because of my sensitivity to environment. I am sensitive to new paint smells, and chemicals used to clean. I felt I was moving into a worse situation than I am in. Now, I am thinking that this is untrue, and I am moving into a better place. I may still struggle with the new-ness of the unit I am moving to, just on the other side of my complex, but I think I made the right choice to stay here. I just met some of my neighbors- or one, named Devon/Devin. He was playing guitar, outside the door. I had just lit candles, to burn up the excess VOCs in the air in my apartment. I had just realized I stepped in dog poop, and tracked it on the "clean" carpet, and floor, but this didn't bother me so much- not like it used to. I can handle organic and completely natural in process "dirty" (besides mold, and I guess, lots of bacteria), but not chemical dirty. I actually thought the poop smelled good, relatively. Not that I want it on me, or in my place. It was on my shoes, so I put them in the washer there. I was getting ready to walk outside to come back to my old unit, when I heard them outside, and making music.
Outside, I met Devin/Devon, and Ashley, who actually lives near where my first apartment was/is, in this complex. She is a cute, short haired, short, platinum blond, and she was singing, while Devon was playing guitar. They were both really welcoming, and inviting me to come party with them. I wouldn't mind being around. Apparently another of our neighbors smokes things like Blue Dream, and Green Crack- strains of high grade marijuana, regularly. So now, I may have a hook-up again finally. Just throw her some money, and let her pick it up for me when she does for her self, possibly. They offered me a beer, but I declined, as I can't handle beer due to allergy/sensitivity. In this situation, I wish I could. Lubricating.
I met one of their roommates, Devon's roommates. He lives with a guy, and the girl just stays with them. I met her when I was debating on staying in that apartment, when I was testing the environment out to make sure it wasn't going to give me any lasting reactions-- The management allowed me to stay in there for an hour or so earlier in the week to see. She, this girl, I saw her calling someone, to be let in, as I was pacing around in the apartment. My window faces out that way. I saw her, and took the opportunity to come close to a viable, uh, female, and I went to open the door for her. She thanked me, and asked me if I had moved in, and I said possibly. She said "welcome". She may have had some weight in me moving, honestly. I was wearing a different hat that day. A beanie. Today, much earlier, I saw her a couple of times. I was in my car, talking on the phone, outside, and driving around in circles. I had a different hat on. When I saw her she didn't recognize me from the other day, I could tell. Devon tonight told me that she was freaked out, saying that there is a guy wearing an Indiana Jones hat driving around in circles, and parking out front. He laughed and said that he will have to let her know that I am living there- that it will make a good laugh, or story.
This hall seems to be occupied by social people. Young people. Younger than me, but within the same range. I'm not extremely social, but that is also because I am not naturally exposed. I may decide I want to hang out. If we click. I'm not expecting anything, but it's still cool to have such neighbors. Noisemakers such as this I prefer. Musicians, singers.
So I was dreading this. What was bad, so I thought, might be good for me, after all.
Devon is from a couple hours North, I think. He wants to get a job at a place called Fastenal. He quit smoking marijuana so when they drug test him, he can pass, and get on. I tried to offer him a job, or a way to one, but he has no car.
Ashley is from Iowa, is a "country girl"- she identified, and she studied Arabic in college, and something else. Foreign relations, perhaps. She sets girls up to go overseas, into study abroad programs, but she doesn't feel fulfilled. She is trying to get a job in Chicago. I asked her when she was moving, and she said whenever she can get a job. She was cute, from what I saw, so I kind of hope not that soon, maybe. I don't know. Haha.
I do believe my illness is at least in part psychosomatic. I know I have an environmental sickness, but around them, I seemed fine. Something felt warmer in the apartment, tonight. It felt more like "home". I've been missing a social element for a long time.
Outside, I met Devin/Devon, and Ashley, who actually lives near where my first apartment was/is, in this complex. She is a cute, short haired, short, platinum blond, and she was singing, while Devon was playing guitar. They were both really welcoming, and inviting me to come party with them. I wouldn't mind being around. Apparently another of our neighbors smokes things like Blue Dream, and Green Crack- strains of high grade marijuana, regularly. So now, I may have a hook-up again finally. Just throw her some money, and let her pick it up for me when she does for her self, possibly. They offered me a beer, but I declined, as I can't handle beer due to allergy/sensitivity. In this situation, I wish I could. Lubricating.
I met one of their roommates, Devon's roommates. He lives with a guy, and the girl just stays with them. I met her when I was debating on staying in that apartment, when I was testing the environment out to make sure it wasn't going to give me any lasting reactions-- The management allowed me to stay in there for an hour or so earlier in the week to see. She, this girl, I saw her calling someone, to be let in, as I was pacing around in the apartment. My window faces out that way. I saw her, and took the opportunity to come close to a viable, uh, female, and I went to open the door for her. She thanked me, and asked me if I had moved in, and I said possibly. She said "welcome". She may have had some weight in me moving, honestly. I was wearing a different hat that day. A beanie. Today, much earlier, I saw her a couple of times. I was in my car, talking on the phone, outside, and driving around in circles. I had a different hat on. When I saw her she didn't recognize me from the other day, I could tell. Devon tonight told me that she was freaked out, saying that there is a guy wearing an Indiana Jones hat driving around in circles, and parking out front. He laughed and said that he will have to let her know that I am living there- that it will make a good laugh, or story.
This hall seems to be occupied by social people. Young people. Younger than me, but within the same range. I'm not extremely social, but that is also because I am not naturally exposed. I may decide I want to hang out. If we click. I'm not expecting anything, but it's still cool to have such neighbors. Noisemakers such as this I prefer. Musicians, singers.
So I was dreading this. What was bad, so I thought, might be good for me, after all.
Devon is from a couple hours North, I think. He wants to get a job at a place called Fastenal. He quit smoking marijuana so when they drug test him, he can pass, and get on. I tried to offer him a job, or a way to one, but he has no car.
Ashley is from Iowa, is a "country girl"- she identified, and she studied Arabic in college, and something else. Foreign relations, perhaps. She sets girls up to go overseas, into study abroad programs, but she doesn't feel fulfilled. She is trying to get a job in Chicago. I asked her when she was moving, and she said whenever she can get a job. She was cute, from what I saw, so I kind of hope not that soon, maybe. I don't know. Haha.
I do believe my illness is at least in part psychosomatic. I know I have an environmental sickness, but around them, I seemed fine. Something felt warmer in the apartment, tonight. It felt more like "home". I've been missing a social element for a long time.
