We’re looking for another apartment. The lease is up on this one at the end of next month and we are ready to move on to bigger and better things, like two bedrooms. I’ve been casually scanning Craigslist for several weeks now and it is already tiresome. The postings advertise apartments that are “close to all” (all what?) or that can fit a full-size bed in each bedroom. Sounds spacious. A lot of the pictures make me cringe because they have the same cheap-o cabinetry in the kitchen and bathroom that we have right now. I can tell you it does not make me feel at home.
But there are good things out there. Last week we thought we hit the jackpot. It was 1300 square feet (2.5 times the size of our current apartment), with 5 closets (5 times as many as we have now), a balcony, on-site laundry, lots of cupboards in the kitchen, elevators, and huge windows. It was too good to be true. In fact, it was too good for us. For unknown reasons the landlord rejected our application. It was a sad, sad day and we are still getting over it.
Today we found another promising apartment within walking distance of Micah’s work. I e-mailed the owner right away and Micah went to check out the neighborhood on his lunch break. It looks like a nice place, close to a park and right next to the ocean. But then we got an e-mail from the owner that makes us a little bit nervous. He sounds like a very good person, but I just don’t know what our being born again or not has to do with renting an apartment. We’re still investigating that option, but we’ll definitely keep looking for others as well.
Wish us luck.