I live in a rental because I refuse to buy property in a state where my partner cannot find a job. We are going in to Year 3 of living 700 miles apart, and no end in sight, unless one or both of us is willing to ditch our careers. Theoretically I could find a job somewhere else. I might get struck by lightning, too.
The person came over today to inspect the property and bring my new lease. She said, “Wow, you have a lot of books.” I never know what to say to that. I said, “Yup.”
“Are you enjoying your summer off?” she asked. “You’re a teacher, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m doing a lot of writing.”
“In your free time, just for fun?”
I laughed and laughed. Then I explained that I need to publish in order to keep my job, so writing is what I do all summer. I did not explain that I don’t get paid for working in the summer.
Then I asked her to send someone to fix the dryer. Sigh.