A new Nissan

So, my friend Kate defended her thesis on Thursday, after two cancellations, and is now a Dr. She's on her way to Chicago, IL even as we speak, to move into a new apartment before starting her new job at Northwestern. I'm so proud of her (she's been like a sister to me here in Pgh), but pretty bummed out that she's no longer next door to my lab :(

However, she wanted to unload her car before moving to a bigger, more expensive, and better served by mass transit city. She has (had) a '95 200SX, standard, with ~80k miles on it. So, since our Nissan is a '91 with 268,000 miles, I figured it would be worth the upgrade (and I think we're trading the old one to our electrician for some work). Plus, Nashville seems like a drive-everywhere kind of city, so I will eventually need a car.

Friday, Kate and I took a trip to Motor Square Garden, an old train station that now houses a AAA service center, and a branch of the DMV. We transferred the title, and I got it registered at the same time. It's still a beater kind of car, but it looks better from the outside, and the things wrong with are different than the ones in our current car (and in both cases, the engine is great & reliable).

In other good news, our roommate has finally moved out. There was some unpleasantness over some utility bills, and I'm pretty ashamed to admit I lost my temper (and ended up not getting anything for the utilities), but it is so nice to have my kitchen back to myself that the money seems insignificant in comparison. Of course, he left a bunch of crap here too, but the main thing is that I will never again have to stand with a forced smile and listen to him explain how he's much smarter than everyone else, to clean his filth-encrusted dishes, to see, hear or smell him ... ever again. I am mainly struggling to let go of the anger I feel at having our generosity taken advantage of, and the confusion I feel over whether I overreacted or not.

A large part of my reaction was simply exasperation with dealing with him. (This is the guy who made a point of telling me that he couldn't find "his" dental floss - when there's 5 different ones in the bathroom, and each cost like 89 cents. Simply suppressing the eye rolls on a daily basis required a lot of mental effort.) But at the same time, he had told me plenty of stories demonstrating how he put one over on other people (so to speak), and there've been several problems with getting the rent check from him (lost in the mail, "my finger slipped and that's why it wasn't the right amount, just plain late), so needless to say, I don't have much faith in his good intentions. But everything was just co-incidental enough to support a more innocuous interpretation, and let me think I was being unfair. I certainly have the tendency to overreact, and am a bit overly sensitive to getting screwed over. So, a lot of back and forth in my own mind over how and why I react the way that I do. Hopefully, I will learn something from this, if only how much I am really over the whole roommate thing. Who knows, maybe he'll become a little more considerate of other people because of it too.