I've been very anxious the past couple of weeks and it's all due to apartment hunting. The whole process of moving is stressful. Derek and I really like out current apartment, we just can't live on frat row anymore. It's too noisy and I'm constantly worried about my car being vandalized again.
There was a lot of hand wringing (on my part) since we didn't find an apartment right away. Our lease is up in August but I knew I would stress until we found a place. We saw three apartments and almost put in an application for the third one we saw but when we found out there was a double broker's fee we said no thank you. We're not paying two months rent just in broker's fees. It's for the best though because the apartment was quite small and it would have been a tight fit.
Apartment number four sounded promising but there weren't any photos. We decided to check it out though and good thing we did because I loved it right away. There's a porch. I repeat A PORCH! It's been so long since I've had a porch I can sit on. It's right off the living room. I declared that we wanted it and then remembered Derek would be living there too and I should probably check with him before I declare that we want it. Derek was happy with it to so it's all good.
There's no dishwasher and the laundry is in the basement in the building next door but that's not the end of the world. That's the price you pay for living in the city. You also pay a lot in rent.
We move in August and I'm very excited. Now I have to start the great purge. I have a ton of crap to get rid of. Anyone want a fake Christmas tree?
A big thanks to my friend MacKenzie for helping us with the apartment hunting.