Yesterday I mentioned that I have been apartment hunting, and it’s true, I have. When I first moved into my cute little downtown studio I felt as if I had TONS and TONS of extra space. I had my own closet, I had my own bathroom, my grandma even took me out shopping to pick out my own plates and bowls and glasses (excitement all around). I loved being able to decorate my own way (because that was part of the deal when Jeff and I moved in together, I got to decorate however I wanted to) and stock the fridge up with delicious produce from whole foods and veggie burgers and lots and lots of ice cream.
But over the course of a year things change…I started to realize that it actually was a little inconvenient to eat all of my meals on my bed or at my desk (no room for a dining room table here). I realized a studio isn’t the best gathering place for friends (“oh hey guys, lets all hangout on the bed together!”) something about it is just slightly weird and makes me self conscious about accidentally leaving a pair of socks under the duvet. And once my Dad moved to California and gave Jeff and I his couch…well lets just say it’s getting a bit crowded.
I’m soo soo ecstatic about living with Jeff and Laura and I’m soo soo excited about being able to actually have a dining area and living room and a whole separate bedroom, my mind is literally racing. Where should I hang which pictures? Do the bookshelves belong in the bedroom or the living room? Should we rent an apartment or a house? However, all of these new exciting questions don’t stop me from getting a little choked up about moving.
I’m a worrier and a bit overly nostalgic. I sometimes cry when I think back about my freshman year living with Claire, “those were the best times,” I think to myself. I get overemotional when I see girls from my sorority posting Facebook statuses about recruitment and Instagram photos with delta signs. I do miss living in the dorms and I do miss living in my sorority however I don’t often take time to remember all of the great perks I have now that I didn’t have then (umm goodbye shower shoes)! I get too caught up in the past and how wonderful and beautiful it was, I start feeling a bit Gatsby-esque wanting to relive some wonderful times in my life but forgetting that this time in my life is wonderful too!
And then there is apartment hunting (insert “ain’t nobody got time for that meme” here). Apartment hunting is tricky because at first it seems so fun and harmless, it lures me in because I think it’s going to be some sort of grand adventure. I start off overly optimistic and enthusiastic to spend hours on craigslist and touring every apartment in town. After hours upon hours of searching for the perfect apartment with the perfect location (and most of all the perfect price) I start making a list of all the qualities I want in a new apartment, it starts off like this:
1) Safe neighborhood
3) Washer and Dryer
4) Wooden Floors
And quickly turns into this:
25) At least three skylights
26) Weekly maid service
27) 24 hour hot tub and sauna
28) Balcony with a view of the Eiffel Tower (yes I realize I live in Seattle)
29)Chandelier in the dining room, master bedroom and possibly kitchen
40) Fenced Back Yard with a Cherry Blossom Tree
41) Claw foot bathtub next to a bay window
As you can see I start to get picky (I guess I could sacrifice the view of the eiffel tower…), I also start to get frustrated because the minute an ad for an apartment is put on craigslist or apartment.com (or wherever )it seems there is a twenty minute window of time before it is rented out. There’s no time for touring, there’s no time for researching the neighborhood crime rating or testing the water pressure in the bathroom, you’re either in or your out and it’s freaking me out.
Has anyone else had a similar experience? How did you find the perfect apartment, or did you just risk it? I appreciate any and all tips for finding a wonderful new home!