A change is coming... faster than expected!

It's been a while since I had the chance to post anything. Not that I haven't been busy, mind you. I've been working on character designs for a friend's comic characters as well as cranking through the latest deadlines at the office. Also there was a nice little week when Anne and I got to get away and soak up the sun, sand and waves of Stone Harbor.

The biggest thing that had begun to keep me busy in my spare time was apartment hunting. And can I say right now without hesitation that I hate apartment hunting.

When I was first moving out on my own I decided to move into an apartment building in Harrisburg that's gone under various names over the 7 years I've lived in it. At the moment it's called River Plaza. I decided on it because everything was included in rent, including cable, so I liked that I knew I only had one price for everything. Over the years I had a little trouble keeping up with things financially because of a few setbacks so when a friend was looking for a place we decided to become roommates and get a two bedroom at River Plaza.

Overall the place isn't a bad place to live, but for a while now I've been itching to get out and find somewhere new. I'd been feeling suffocated living here for so long. I had nowhere to go with any of my art things like my drawing table, scanner, comic books and computer except into my bedroom that was already cramped a little beforehand. It's hard, very hard, to keep focused when there's so much clutter and so many things vying for your attention, both from the various things I've hoarded into my room as well as the easy going atmosphere of an open door policy for friends dropping by. I had become the hermit who wanted nothing more than to burrow his way into his little geek cave when I was home.

I had been looking for a while, since June or July, to find a new place to call home. I called more than a few places and either never got a call back or was met with a short "we don't have any one bedrooms available at this time" answer. Or, worse yet, I called and left a message to receive nothing in return. Except for one place.

Somehow, call it fate, call it luck (yes, Peter Venkman is being channeled at the moment), I believe I was lucky enough to find a place to call home that suited me better than anything I've lived in since September 2002 when I first left home. It's a townhouse with two bedrooms and I'm extremely happy to say that I will have a studio for the first time in... well... ever! I'm so excited to have a place for my poor drawing table, computer and all the rest of my artsy stuff to call home instead of being piled into my room randomly.

I won't be moving in until next week at the earliest, but I am excited at the possibilities. For the first time ever (including when I lived at home) I feel like I don't have a place to exist. I have a place where I want to LIVE.