Stress

August has been a fairly stressful month, dominated for the most part by our search for a new place to live. Who would have thought under $1000 for one bedroom, close to freeways, around Mira Mesa with a 10 mile radius, dog-friendly seems to be impossible requirements to fulfill at one time.

I felt my brain was constantly trying to weigh all the factors and trying to find the best possible combination. Unfortunately, though I knew we weren't desperate, none of our fall back options were pretty. Live separately, give up the dog, live either up by San Marcos/Escondido, or down near Downtown, Hillcrest, Golden Hills (we didn't even give a thought to El Cajon and Chula Vista).

We finally decided to stay within our complex in a studio. Last time we had a one bedroom, we remarked on more than one occasion that the apt was rather lacking in furniture, though I refuse to buy more because I detest moving. So a studio hopefully will fulfill our needs better.

I realized after we came to a decision that a stressed out brain trying to make a decision while factoring in the weight of different criteria and options is very much like a computer stuck in a loop, working on a problem. Almost like not having enough RAM. I really had no mental room to spare for other considerations in life. I found myself slightly more paranoid, unable to care about others' needs, and less able to plan for the less essentials. Interesting experience. I like that now my brain is free to wander to think about other things. Like what others' mental life is like? I would like to have the ability to invisibly camp out in someone else's brain. That would be fun. =)