Here in Limboland

Until my new place reveals itself, I�ve been playing bedroom bingo and crashing in between several friends� places. One is in a suburb of Austin called Georgetown. Georgetown is home to Sun City, and about 25,000 Christmas sweater wearing, �my kid is an honor student� touting, �watch me simultaneously drive my 2 ton SUV and talk on the cell phone� soccer moms. It�s amazing how the demographic changes proportionately to the distance from the center of Austin. To the north we have mostly the aforementioned demo. To the South, most of them don�t remember much about the 60�s and have let their now-million dollar properties fall into ruin as not to disturb the rodent and insect life cohabitating in the walls. To the East, Well�Hola Como Estas! Fiesta forever and Katrina victims/refugees/survivors/whatever they're called now. And to the west, the Californians and Nuevo dot comers have dotted the landscape with grotesquely large homes, even bigger egos and their bratty, oxycontin jacked-up kids.

Central Austin is clearly for me. It�s a mix of it all, but really mostly has retained it�s WASPY vibe. I rented a perfect house in the perfect neighborhood, then had renters remorse and cancelled the transaction. I just have a hard time throwing down 1700 a month and not getting at least a dishwasher and a walk in closet. I�m determined to find something feasible to tie me over until I find a something to buy. I�m totally working against the grain here as the government session is kicking in January so all the congressmen, lobbyist and other hanger-ons are here looking for rentals, and the landlords are very familiar with their deep pockets. I know the tide will change, I just hope it�s soon�those Christmas sweaters are looking nicer everyday and I will for sure lose my gay card if I spend one more Friday night drinking margaritas at a themed chain resturant with a 1 hour wait.