I graduated in 1996 from Virginia Tech. I was very lucky to have a job lined up for 2 weeks after graduation. My problem wasn’t that. It was finding a place to live on my meager budget. In the Washington, D.C. suburbs, no less. My office locations were Chantilly and Arlington. This was before the housing bubble and quite a bit before that bubble burst. I don’t remember how I came to this, but I knew, based on what I found online (pre-Craigslist) I would have to sublease as a roommate.
I really am unable to remember the day of the week, but I remember getting in my new (to me) 1995 Nissan Sentra with my mother and heading south from my parents’ home in western/upstate New York. It was about a 6 hour drive to get there. We left at oh-dark-thirty. My car, I drove. And Mom was not to smoke in the car. Period.
We got down there just after noon and had a crap ton of quarters for payphones – 1996 was a time before (gasp) the prevalence of affordable cell phones. Ate lunch and started calling places all over the paper – the Washington Post. We covered Alexandria (several places), Chantilly, Centreville, Oakton, Vienna, and Springfield. The problem is that most people aren’t home from work until after 6pm, so it was a lot of driving and wasted time. We ended up finding for me an upstairs of a Cape Cod. $385 a month for 2 rooms and a bathroom, not including heating (oil!) or phone.
Pricey. And then, we drove home, making it back to my parents’ house around 3-4am the next day. All with undiagnosed Sleep Apnea.
Why did I share that? Because I remembered it. I’m going to be writing stuff just because I remember it. Before I don’t remember it any longer.