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The common thread of the experimental blogs so far seems to be external subjects: Class, and Marina's post about controversial art. So, I think I'm going to mix things up a bit and talk about a part of my own life.

This summer, I'm going to be interning with a Philadelphia non-profit, Fair Food (www.whitedogcafefoundation.org/fairfood.html I especially recommend looking at the "What's at the farmstand" bulletin...delicious). I pursued an internship with them because I strongly agree with the aims of the group and wish to further them, but another bit part was that I wanted to spend the summer in Philly. Now that the giddiness of actually getting the job has worn off, I need to find a place to live.

 Though I live away from home for most of the year, and have done this for two years, I've never lived outside of something that has a safety net to catch me. I've never lived in a place where I wasn't sure that my best interests were being looked out for. Now, I'm going out into a world without my parents sleeping a floor below me, or public safety officers thumping through my living room to make sure nothing is amiss. I'm entering a world full of sleazy landlords and sketchy neighbors. Right now, I'm kind of excited about it, but I know I will be more than a little afraid once I get there.

 Currently, two of my housemates at Batten are looking for a place with me. We found a very nice apartment, but the move-in dates didn't match up. One of my housemates has been corresponding with a man who is renting out his house; it's in a great location, his move-in/move-out dates match ours, and um, it's a house. However, he's been absent-minded about making plans to show it to us, and I'm starting to get worried that he's scamming us, or that we'll simply never be able to line up a time to see the place.

Yeah, so, househunting's a bitch. I'm just keeping optimistic about the payoff: Living in the strange and wild heart of the big city, looking out for myself.