On the Hunt

I am looking for an apartment. I really hate apartment shopping. Like, a lot.

In undergrad, it was so simple. My friend Melissa found a place and then called me to tell me that I had to move there. Because of the cheap rent, new appliances, etc. My sister and I did a walk through, loved the location (two blocks from campus), the management, and all that.  So we moved there. We never even looked at other places.

For grad school it was a little more complicated. I researched online, called some places, and then went to visit. But, I had one day to pick a place. The first two places we went to just seemed unsafe. I was going to be living by myself, and so security was a big deal to me. The third place we hit had it all – gated access, washer and dryer, and so I signed a lease with them. It didn’t take much convincing. Of course, the neighborhood I ended up in wasn’t the best, but, it was safe. I never had a problem in the two years that I was there.

Now though, I’m in another new city. And I’m looking for a place that I feel like I could be in for a while. I’ve visited four or five complexes so far. None of them are a fit yet, but, they all call me. Most were really nice, just too far away from where I work or not having all the amenities that I want – like the washer and dryer. And yes, that is a non-negotiable for me. One of them seemed pretty nice, but, the more I looked, the worse it was. I have some leads from some fellow teachers and I’ll just have to see where it all goes. Hopefully, a month from now though, I’ll be blogging from my new apartment. And the hunt will be over.

~The Countess~


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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