Monday, March 05, 2007

Better off Mislead

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.


Kate said...

I totally feel your pain.

This has been my mental dialogue for the past three home-hunting months: "Awful, awful, hahahahaha are you kidding?, awful, awful, HEY! Not completely awful! I'll take it! What do you mean you want my first born child?!" REPEAT.

Fingers crossed that you find your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. :-)

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