Virginia!
So, dear demented followers, I’m here in Virginia. Why, you ask? Simple: I’m looking for a place to fucking live. Hopefully I’ll find one soon, I only have a few days left before my free Army Hall Pass for this adventure runs out. No shit, dudes and dudettes. That’s how this stuff runs. First time for everything, you know. I’m rocking it in board shorts and tee shirts, Cali Style… with flip-flops, too. And an unauthorized scruffy beard!
The problem set is simple: find a house for me and Mama Rants, and a few others of Great Significance (yes, SHE of Great Significance! And among others – kids who rock!). Said abode must be commensurate with my current 4000+ square footage merely to handle all the stuff… all the shit… that we collectively own. Yeah, wow. I know, basement and garage space is important.
The challenge: Find this place within a rental price that I can afford. I’m well into four digits now, by the way. Apparently that’s standard for the National Capitol Region, as we Army dudes call it. Holy shit. My next job after the Army is going to be Beltway real estate speculation and rental management. See if I’m lying. Go ahead. Dare you.
Anyway, after a pleasant flight into Reagan (hallowed be His Name) National, I quickly broke into a flop sweat out of a combination of humidity and nervousness. I’ve had five potential houses taken out from under me simply because the market is so fucking fluid. This was before I boarded the flight. Number six happened while I flew. Yeah, no shit.
No matter, I had five pending houses with dates to view lined up. All so far look good, and all of them I’m competing with others for. Lucky for me, there’s no bidding war on rent amounts, or I’d be hosed. Right now, I have a landlord who seems to like me (no, not that way) and my potential Significant Family situation. By the way, he’s an older gentleman who teaches middle school. Looking good so far, update later.
I can’t say I understand this process. I’m used to driving to my next assignment at an Army garrison, pulling up to said garrison’s housing office, and asking for a house to live in. After that, I get a house. Until now, that’s worked… until now, it’s gone very well. In the area of the Pentagon, though, 22+ years and the rank that goes with it (Lieutenant Colonel) means I get to hunt and peck for rentals outside the safety of the military gates. Apparently, inside The Building, my job will probably involve buying coffee for one- and two-star generals who were told by three- and four-star generals to get coffee – for coat-and-tie civilians who outrank them (WTF ??). Yeah, fuck me and my sorry existence.
Sigh. Perfect way to end my service career.
At least the company next to me has made all this fun and wonderful. 🙂 Talk about a great woman… holy shit…
June 28, 2014 at 06:09
Welcome to the land of humidity and traffic!
That is awesome that SoGS (ugh, bad acronym) and get kids are part of this! 🙂
Unfortunately, anything down where I work is going to give you a hellish commute, or I would suggest looking there. Good luck and stay cool.
June 28, 2014 at 10:27
I’ve had humidity before, but the traffic thing… gawd.
June 28, 2014 at 06:19
Funny, Virginia is on the list of places we’re considering. We’ve had enough cold.
June 28, 2014 at 07:08
Why is everyone coming here when I am trying to leave?
Oh, wait…*that’s* why. 😉
June 28, 2014 at 10:26
🙂
June 28, 2014 at 13:46
I’m going to ride your coattails to real estate domination with a string of “Sheena was here” residences.
June 28, 2014 at 16:43
Totally awsome. Do it.
July 18, 2014 at 12:48
Hah!
CA is lovely this time of year. 😉
CA is lovely every time of year!!
July 22, 2014 at 07:15
Yes, but it’s California. I earned my parole.
July 22, 2014 at 07:41
Lucky.
I’m still waiting for mine to come through.
July 22, 2014 at 09:06
You have mine and blogworld’s full support and sympathy.
July 22, 2014 at 09:50
I appreciate that. One of these years I’ll make it out… It’s just a matter of time.
June 28, 2014 at 10:26
I hear the winters are generally milder than even Kansas. Let me know if you wind up in the area, Guapo.
June 28, 2014 at 07:32
At least you’ll return to pack with a clean colon with all the suck-ass going on. Good luck and yay happiness for Wonderful Woman.
June 28, 2014 at 10:25
But who’s sucking my ass? I’m low man on the roster.
June 28, 2014 at 12:38
Meaning the experience of house-hunting sucks ass.
June 28, 2014 at 16:44
No, meaning being a coffee beeyotch sucks.
June 28, 2014 at 17:04
I know. I have that job. That’s not what I was hired for, but that’s what I get to do.
June 29, 2014 at 08:28
We’re important…
June 28, 2014 at 08:48
Wish I could help…move to Florida instead and I could help!
June 28, 2014 at 10:24
Lucky for both of us I wasn’t incarcer… moved to Florida.
June 28, 2014 at 10:47
It’s pretty awesome. One visit and I could have you convinced.
June 28, 2014 at 11:53
You mean working in a Disney salt mine?
June 28, 2014 at 11:57
No, I mean the weather, the restaurants, the beach is less than an hour, the attractions (besides the theme parks), the gardens, and Super Target.
June 28, 2014 at 16:45
But it’s Florida.
June 28, 2014 at 21:55
It’s not as bad as you think.
June 29, 2014 at 08:30
If you insist.
June 28, 2014 at 09:03
I love that you are so happy, hopefully you will find it fun to walk up and down the aisles of Generals at work with your little cart : Coffee? tea? me? How about a pastry? Would you like fries with that?
But in all seriousness. You are going to find home, you are going to be with your family, and new adventures at the 5 pointed shape could be really exciting.
June 28, 2014 at 10:24
“Do you want fries with that?” is one of my smartass favorites.
June 28, 2014 at 09:41
Good luck, not sure how familiar you are with the ways of life south of the Mason Dixon, but just a fair warning. If it does happen to be a beverage of choice, Iced Tea no longer means Iced Tea. It’s called Sweet Tea and if you call it otherwise, doesn’t matter. We know what you mean and you’ll give yourself away as a Yank, but we’ll still bring you Sweet Tea and smile.
June 28, 2014 at 10:23
The Army has taken me to Texas and Georgia, so I know that Tea is a sugar substitute.
June 28, 2014 at 10:29
Mostly just a vehicle to deliver said sugar. They still find me out every now and then when I’m not paying attention, even though I’ve been down here since ’83. Shhhhh…. I’m undercover. 😉 I think they can smell the Vernors coursing through my veins.
June 28, 2014 at 11:55
I plan on using Coors Light as my cover.
June 28, 2014 at 12:03
Bud
June 28, 2014 at 16:45
Ick.
June 28, 2014 at 10:35
Wait, what? There’s a significant other now? Where have I been? Or did I misread that?
June 28, 2014 at 11:54
I keep it pretty low key out of respect for her.
June 28, 2014 at 13:28
Understood.
June 28, 2014 at 16:45
Small things are important.
June 28, 2014 at 16:54
Indeed.
June 29, 2014 at 08:32
B)
June 28, 2014 at 10:37
Man, you’re in the jungle now!
Good luck in your new position as Chief Pentagon Barrista.
I hope no one asks you for a Navy coffee because nasty.
June 28, 2014 at 11:54
I’ll sneak them equally nasty Army coffee.
June 28, 2014 at 12:20
Good luck in your house hunt Rants! Nice to know your family now includes “assorted significant others.” Too bad you’re moving farther away from me – wait a minute here – was that the point?
June 28, 2014 at 16:46
No, because you’d dehydrate if you came to visit.
June 28, 2014 at 12:20
Hmm….we could possibly be roomies? Ha.
June 28, 2014 at 16:47
Ha. But if you wanted to hang for a day, I’d consider it.
June 30, 2014 at 11:10
I’ll keep that in mind once I know more about next summer’s plans.
June 30, 2014 at 12:16
Sweet.
June 28, 2014 at 13:35
DC/Virginia traffic? You should try driving through Boston in a school bus. 😉
I’ve heard Virginia is beautiful. I’m sure you will love it there.
June 28, 2014 at 16:48
I want to do cookies in a bus. Also, I suspect you’d love Virginia…
June 29, 2014 at 14:00
Yay. I’m glad your SO is coming with. Was wondering about that…did you have to subliminally suggest or was she willing (kidding)? Sounds like some Jr high aged kids too. Cool.
Worse things than going out already having a job and more than likely a house big enough for a small country…the traffic is the suck though…does the metro go out to your area? From what I remember, it wasn’t god awful.
Good luck!
June 29, 2014 at 19:18
So far everything looks great, even the Metro.
June 29, 2014 at 22:17
Good! :0)
June 30, 2014 at 05:50
🙂
June 29, 2014 at 21:16
You have a SO! No wonder you’ve been (a tiny bit) less curmudgeonly lately.
Moving sucks. I have to move soon. I’m in denial about it, but every so often reality hits and I have to take the edge off with Red Bull and Vicodin.
June 30, 2014 at 05:49
Please pass the meds…
June 30, 2014 at 18:06
Reagan is the best airport. My kid just bailed from that area. (Can’t tell you the number of times I ended up at the pentagon by taking the wrong turn – the guys were pretty nice about it – but the drivers jockeying for spots drove pretty fast and wild.)
It’s growing like crazy up there – rents way up and housing is tight. Hope you find the perfect place. There’s lots to do and the metro was great
June 30, 2014 at 20:49
We did find the perfect place, and I know how much there is to do.
July 1, 2014 at 09:26
Like figuring out which roads you can take at which time and that they aren’t kidding about the parking tickets
July 1, 2014 at 14:16
And that, yes. Ugh.
July 1, 2014 at 09:09
I really enjoyed your blog. Very funny! Please check out my blog as well. Thanks much and keep at it!
July 1, 2014 at 14:17
Thanks!
July 8, 2014 at 12:54
Awww…good luck with the moving and shit…and, take good care of all those people! Especially the small one…
July 8, 2014 at 14:17
Narrow it down. Everyone with me is at least a foot shorter.
July 19, 2014 at 15:06
Can’t comment. Enjoy Virginia! 😉
July 22, 2014 at 07:11
I am already!
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