Apartment hunting is a pain in my keester. Today and tomorrow I have five apartment showings lined up - and I just toured the first.
It was, as I'd expected, a bust.
I'd love to live in a tiny one-bedroom with a shared bathroom and kitchen. This house bellowed character, from the kitchen in the basement to the jenkity old furnishings - but I'm not looking for a sketchy-but-character-filled one-bedroom. I'm looking for a tolerable two-bedroom, and this place wasn't it.
But I have to remember, I'll be living in some very interesting places over the next two years. Wherever I end up in Japan, it'll be strange and different; when I get back to the States, if all goes well, I'll be moving to San Fransisco for law school, and will most likely end up in a rickety and very queer little flat somewhere. No doubt I'll have to hide the existence of my cat, Valentine, for a good few years yet.
Here's hoping the other three places I'm seeing today will show more promise, and at least a little bit of character. The place I'm in now is entirely too uninteresting for its own good.
2 comments:
Are you hiding Valentine in your current apartment? xD I didn't realize!
Your apartment in Japan is promised to be crazy by any standards. |D That should be veeery interesting.
I hope the other apartments you look at are less crap. D:
The foray into a search for your own quarters is a bitch. The money is always tight and the time alone is never enough. The walls are stained with the memories of other people, and you can feel it. The teethmarks in the wall don't help either, but luckily the paint job will take care of the blemishes in the frame.
Have a beautiful time with what you have, because memories tend to come back positively in the future. Make sure you have some.
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