This past weekend, our little family visited a couple of apartments. On Saturday, we found what we were looking for, sort of. The place was top floor (VERY important) and lead free. There were also 1.5 baths, a dishwasher, AND a living and dining room. Mostly everything we wanted, just not as super nice as we wanted. But, the price could not be beat.
After seeing it, A convinced me on the way home that this was our new place. Not only was it everything we were looking for, it was also a great way for us to save some serious cash for a down payment on a house, something I’ve been itching for for years! So, once we got home, A called the landlord, told him he’d be right back over with a check, and on his way he went.
Given all of the things that have happened to us in the past couple of months with the apartment search, we are not yet discussing where we are going to put the fruit bowl, and if E will have the bedroom by the living room or dining room. We don’t want to get our hopes up until the lease has been signed. That means that in 12 hours, we may be able to get our hopes up!
We are going to sign the lease this evening-we have to haul our little family out to the landlord’s house, and sign away. And then, on our way home, we can begin to discuss where we are putting the fruit bowl.
I like to think I am a good person. I am a law abiding citizen. I even stop for people in crosswalks (usually) which is a rarity around here. I am always saying my please and thank yous. But for some reason, I am patiently awaiting all the good karma that is heading my way. My childhood was quite a mess. My good karma from that is A. I couldn’t ask for a better man to be married too. Since we’ve been married, we have dealt with endless frustrations with our living situations. As previously discussed, we are looking for an apartment NOW! We have lived in our place now for 3 years and seen at least 4 groups of people move in and out upstairs. Each group had their own annoyance-not picking up their dog crap, not bring trash out to the curb for over a month (in the summer mind you), having loud parties until all hours, being so heavy on one’s feet, you would think they were falling through the floor, I could continue for days.
Therefore, the main thing we are looking for, besides an apartment without lead, is a top unit. We don’t want to deal with inconsiderate, selfish people anymore. And unfortunately we are also realizing that people with common courtesy no longer exist, or we just can’t seem to find any.
So, when we decided to move out of this place, we thought we’d get our just desserts…is that the saying? Well, so far, no luck there. I’m still keeping my fingers crossed but am quite anxious that I will end up living with my mother for a month while A is searching for a place, leaving me to my lonesome with E. Um…how will I survive that one?
Sure, we’d save some money, I’d have a little help from my mother and A’s parents (I would hope) but I wouldn’t have A around…weekends only. And I’d have to live with fatass all over again. I’m not sure I can bear that (for those of you who may not know fatass is my mother’s ‘fiancee’ -they have been engaged for well over8 years and no marriage seems to be in the future-thank goodness, he treats my mother like crap).
This weekend has passed in a blur. We spent the time searching for new apartments and keeping our fingers crossed that the person who loved our current apartment would in fact sign a lease.
We saw the apartment of our dreams…kind of. The place was huge, amazing, nice condition, no lead, essentially everything we’ve ever wanted, but far from a bunch of stuff. I’m so used to being able to walk places, being near so much, that living in the ‘burbs (and this really wasn’t) is somewhat frightening to me. Not to mention the landlord would live below us. I would hope that we wouldn’t constantly be walking on eggshells, worrying how much noise we’re making.
But we found out today that a lease for our current apartment was signed. That is about a quarter of the way through this mess. Now to just find a place and sign our own new lease, that’s all we need.
Yet it’s so hard to not be constantly worried. I feel like whenever E is asleep, or I have a few free moments, I am searching Craigslist for new places to look at. I’m so scared of settling for an apartment, I want to love where I live. We have loved living here…well, wait. We have loved this apartment. Our neighbors upstairs have always been incrediby loud (and leave their dog’s crap all over the backyard), our next door neighbors are involved in something totally illegal, and are sketchy and very loud, and we hate our landlord (after all the bs). So, I suppose this place in the burbs seems somewhat intriguing. Now to just find it without a fee involved.
