ONE of the reasons that I was in such a stormy state last Friday was that a potential landlord had taken our credit check money and then re listed the desired duplex at a higher rate. I was fully prepared to hop on a bicycle and in the style of Better off Dead, hound him till he handed over our scratch. Then I realized that while the loss of the fifty was irritating, what really upset me was losing the home. I had already planned the next six months of our lives there in my head. I know that I should remain emotionally detached from a place until I find out that we are ACTUALLY going to live there but yeah, that doesn't really work for me. I need to feel an emotional pull to a place in order to commit to it. If I don't give a crap about a place then I don't want to live there. Just looking at pictures of properties online and seeing the same damn white box topped with a popcorn ceiling makes me feel a little panicked. I can feel the walls closing in on me, like the whole thing is going to suffocate me with it's dirty beige carpet and vertical blinds.
Just one week later I realize that what seemed to be a burden was actually a boon! I am thanking my lucky stars that we didn't end up in either of our recent might-have-rents.
I have found The Perfect Apartment.
A place that proves that yes, you can live well in Long Beach for less than a trillion dollars. Wish me luck as I attempt to secure the home of my day dreams.