buffalo daydreams

[dragonlady7]

A tentative life plan was forming while I was in Buffalo (posts about that are currently on the Newton, and will be posted this evening), which was pleasant to daydream of.
I was thinking about how soon we could possibly move out there. Our lease expires in February, so the earliest we could move there-- well, I'll have to talk to the landlady and ask her about whether that *includes* February.

We might want to move as early as mid-January. Just to get started. I'm thinking of borrowing my van back from my parents to get started-- I need to get insurance anyway, so... I could start moving things to their house-- at least the things I'm giving back to them. (OK, Katy's bed.) Might be helpful to go through some possessions and pare down a bit if possible... We'll have to rent a Big Truck anyway to move out to Buffalo, but I want to be a bit more organized. What if the apartment ends up being a bit smaller than we'd hoped? Things to ponder.

Anyway, regardless of timeline... I'm thinking we move out to Buffalo as soon as possible. (Depends on Dave. He needs to find a job. Worst-case scenario-- he can't find a job. Don't know what to do then. I am not staying at my job beyond February. Possibilities include moving to a cheaper apartment here, temporarily, or us having to split up. Blech.)

So we move to Buffalo and everything's hunky-dory. My plan is initially to focus on expanding my freelance writing business. If I can convince my current job to fire me, so much the better-- I can collect unemployment benefits for maybe a couple of months while I sort things out. If not, well I'll have to pinch pennies a bit more. (Heh, progress is good-- I've gotten two scowls today from the boss, and he's only seen me twice. Then again he's been doing that for months now, so it's not really progress.)
If within a couple of months I can't get my revenue up far enough, I'll take a course in bartending and try to get a job as one. In the meantime I plan to work on my biceps and abs, and build up a wardrobe involving low-cut shirts-- if I'm going to be a bartender, I want decent tips, and my fabulous breasts are the key to decent tips. (I'm not bragging. I'm simply stating a fact I observed while out pubbing this weekend. Boobs are A Good Thing and since I've got some... Dave wholeheartedly agreed. He also agrees that I need more corsets-- they're uniquely suited to my figure. Real corsets, not lingerie corsets-- I need real ones with steel boning that hold up to serious gravitational forces.)
So, bartending several nights a week, preferably somewhere that doesn't play music too loud for me to think straight, and writing by day. I could do that.

Perhaps by next year Dave will have sorted himself out and will want to finish up at R.I.T. He's got less than a year left, but they've changed some of the requirements for his degree so he may have to repeat or replace some of his classes. :( We'll have to see. Hopefully, he'll be able to take night classes at RIT while working in Buffalo. That would be ideal, and would involve a minimum of rearrangement on our part.
However, if that doesn't work out, we could move temporarily to Rochester. The writing business-- the point of it is that I can easily relocate. I could also get a job as a bartender in Rochester in the meantime. (Bartenders are everywhere.) I'm hoping to be able to do for Dave what he did for me, if it comes to that-- pay more than half of the rent if I'm making more than he is, or possibly even offer him space rent-free. Because he did for me, when I didn't have a job. And that's something I haven't been able to repay, no matter how badly I may want to.
Once Dave's finished his degree, he should be able to get a really good job somewhere. I haven't really thought that far ahead. But by then I should be well convinced of whether I want to stay in Buffalo a while or not.
A possibility I'm considering is taking my bartending experience and my relocatable writing business, and spending some time in Ireland or England. I haven't seen my friends there in six years, mostly-- I don't know if any of them still remember me, besides Ursula. But it's a compelling possibility and one I could happily daydream about all afternoon.
H'm. I might just go do that. :D