If Poo takes a position in Sacramento, he will move. Which means I will move. I don't really want to move right now unless it is into my house because despite my current case of hiccups, all the wrinkles got ironed out and everything worked out for the best.
I am already mentally preparing myself for the idea of living with a roommate and changing into a different storage unit.
I realized tonight though, that if Poo moves to Sacramento, I won't have to deal with Clint anymore. He won't be drunk in my home, talking loud until all hours of the night.
It's a mean silver lining. But a silver lining nonetheless.