Have you been apartment shopping lately?
It's fun for a whoppin' five minutes.
I'm reeeeally bad at it. You may be wondering how that's possible, but trust me, it is.
My first mistake was I wore heels. The one time I decide not to dress like a 10-yr-old boy on his way to basketball camp...
They make you walk all over. The model they show you is usually the farthest building away, so you have to walk about three miles before you can see it. And by the time we got there, I'd almost bitten the dust about three times. Classy.
My second mistake was assuming that I knew what kind of apartment I wanted. One bedroom? Two? How many bathrooms? First floor or third? There are way too many things you need to know. I thought I was prepared with my list of must haves, which was comprised of "bigger" and "closet."
My third mistake was assuming that I can read floor plans. I can't, no matter how long I stare at those little boxes.
|This is the floor plan for our new place, for those of you smarter than me.|
My fourth mistake was assuming that there would be any decent apartments in the entire city of San Antonio. It's amazing the layout of some of these places! Does the water heater in the kitchen sound appealing to anyone? Or the washer and dryer in the bathroom? I mean, who in the world wants their clean clothes next to the toilet? One wrong move and the clothes are dirty again.
And what is so great about a built-in desk? One place we looked had a desk built into the kitchen. Another had one in the living room. And the last one had one in the bedroom. Gross. What's even worse is that each of the apartment guides pointed the desk out, like it was the best feature of the whole place.
Nooo thank you. How am I supposed to decorate that?
My fifth mistake was that I forgot how easily swayed I am. I found myself Ooohing and Ahhhing about the decoration of each of the models, not the floor plan. "Oh what a cute couch!" or "That's such a pretty mirror!" I swear they decorate because of people like me who forget that all the stuff inside isn't coming with the apartment.
You would think that picking our next place to live after pleasantville 2301 would be the easiest decision ever. As long as it has a closet and a non-gas stove, I thought I'd be sold. But noooo, it was much more complicated than that. Or... I'm more complicated than that.
After two full days of searching, we finally found the perfect two bed/two bath. It's perfection.
It's really weird that we're going to be moving to a different state so soon... but we're both excited/nervous/anxious/thrilled. The trick is going to be living in 400 square feet for one more month when we know our new home that is 3 times the size is waiting for us.
An oh, did I mention? My walk-in closet is as big as Kelly Clarkson’s butt last night on the AMAs!
I am one happy girl.