HOMELESS AND WEALTHY

Not to brag, but I am now officialy making pretty phat bank (well... for a person whos only expense is food, anyway. Let me tell you, I eat some really, REALLY good food now adays). Making monely sounds like a good thing, but is actualy proving oddly frustrating. I feel like now that i have plenty of cash, it should be pretty easy to find a place to live.

This is not the case.

As my potential room mates and I are discovering, the saint george housing market is completely saturated by wealthy retirees from california. These people are drawn in droves by this areas, sunny, pleasant climate and the alure of escaping from the crowds and fast pace of the western coast for a "quiet, rurual" life.

What this means for us is that if you wish to find a place to live in southern utah, you must compete with litteraly thousands of people who:

a. Are from cali and thus are used to spending two grand a month to live in the hole under the sink in a crack house. Thus they consider a grand and a half a month for the same hole in st geroge a good deal.

b. Are retired and thus have absoloutely NOTHING to do except scan the internet looking for places in st george to rent, often snatching up homes within literaly minutes of the listing.

Consequently, I am still living on the streets, not due to poverty, but becasue of things like this:

(This really happened) Amber Hawk and I went to look at a newly listed appartment, decided we liked it, and immidiately started filling out the paperwork to rent it while still on the premisis (spelling? #*#@! spelling). While we filled out the forms, sitting INSIDE the pad, some people, found out about the place, and before were even done with the form, they had called the agent and signed a year lease. My head hurts.

Aside from homlessness, all is going well. I went on a camping trip yesterday night with some friends and got to sleep in a cave (which i am thinking semi- seriously about moving into rather than trying to navigate a housing market that won't take my money even if i ask nicely), and tenatively plan to spend this evening with the folks from the local RCA house trying to leap over the fence at the hilton in order to gain acces to the hot tub.

The girl sitting at the computer next to me has just mannaged to correctly identify my place of employment simply by sniffing me. She informs me that she used to work at Anisasi (one of Redcliffs sister/ competing companies) and the reek eminating from my general direction makes her wax nostaligic for her own days around the campfire.
I think i may need to do laundry again.
I love this town.
Digger