Ehhhhhhh…
So, it seems the time has come for me to get the ball rolling to move out of my place. I have until the end of July, if I really need it, but I’d rather time it for the end of June/beginning of July.
Only, so far… the search has been, well - ehhhhhhhh.
The first day I went out looking, I just drove around looking for ‘rental’ signs and leaving messages and by the end of THAT - I was in tears. Just looking at the outside of these abysmal and sometimes even scary apartments and condos just makes me want to wretch. And, of course, cry.
Actually - pretty much everything makes me cry these days. To the point I was driving home from work yesterday, crying - AGAIN - when I realized, Hey - you know what? I seem to do this a lot these days. You know… drive home from work, and cry.
It must be the traffic! Seriously, traffic in these parts really can MAKE YOU CRY, and I mean full on boo-hoo cry - EVERY DAY.
Or. You know. Or I am just in a big crybaby slump from all the NOT FUN parts of life that have been happening lately.
And now. Now I have to move out of my pretty pretty place into some ugly fucking apartment where a bunch of douchebags will run the management office, unless I want to rent from a private owner. Why are apartment owners or management so damn PROUD of the little hovels they rent out? Only ‘PROUD’ means charging $1400/month for carpet that is nearly a decade old - all matted from years of repeated washing and wear, with who knows what kind of filth piled up underneath it - and appliances in serious need of updating as well. Not to mention the laminate cabinets and that fucking cream color paint they all use. Halogen lighting, minimal windows, ahhhhh!!
I’m really TRYING to be upbeat and positive about it. I know it’s hard to tell that from this entry, but really - I AM. Though it’s not hard to see why one would think of all this and cry, now is it?
Except, then this morning I went through a whole hassle of getting the morning free so I could meet with some rental agent for a private property, that honestly - looked and sounded pretty good. It’s hard to say for sure, because - well he didn’t actually SHOW UP for me to see the inside. But from the outside it was nice, and the rent was decent, and the area was really great.
Of course, once he called me and I told him to pound sand up his ass because there was no way in hell if it was this difficult to simply SEE the property that I was going to go ahead and RENT from him, that pretty much removed that property as a possibility.
I wanted to save the apartment communities for last, not because they are best, but because I just don’t have any “nice factor” going on with regard to the renting at this point. Not yet, but you know I’m trying. Plus I just know how that all works: they are so nice when you’re looking to sign a lease and the horns and fangs and slimy drool comes out AFTER you’ve signed and you’re locked in to the place.
You’re starting to see why it’s taking a little time to work up to this, right?
I thought about it a little more, and thought - what the hell I’ll check in to apartment communities. I know this move won’t be my last, in fact it will be two years max (yet another reason to be OH SO JOYFUL about this move… because once it’s done I still get to move… AGAIN!). As crappy and fucking annoying as the apartment communities can be - it is only for two years.
Only I stumbled across a website I have seen before where residents review the apartment communities they live/lived in. Apparently there is No Such Thing as a pleasant apartment community. At which point I started thinking, what the hell? I can’t move in to another community! I also found it funny how none of the LOUD neighbors were reviewing these places. It was just THEIR neighbors. I started to realize that Fuck, they are all the same. All of these apartments will have cunty leasing agents and crappy, rude neighbors - and all of them will fuck with your sanity while you’re there.
I just have to find one in a good school district.
