Confession- I (f$%^ing) hate apartment hunting. I HATE IT. Ok, maybe I don't HATE it but I am certainly not very fond of it at the moment.
We like to imagine that moving seems like a good idea. A new home, a fresh start, a place to decorate and call your own. More space, less space, more open, more urban, more rural, more... us. We dream up what our lives will be like once we move into said space.
We will be happier.
I am afraid all of this is a lie. Sorry, but it is true! Moving won't change who you are, it won't change your life circumstances, you are still you, and your shit is still your shit. Maybe I'm just bitter... Ok, yes, I am just bitter. You don't deserve my negativity... there is hope in a new home (or something like that).
Drew and I have been (heavily) apartment hunting for nearly a month. At first we were wide eyed and full of wonder thinking, "this could be it! This could be our new home!"... and now we are jaded and bitter and feel as though everything looks the same and is over priced for what you are getting... unless you are spending the budget of a small country on rent each month (welcome to LA and living where a million other people want to live... you pay for it and you WILL be thankful).
Craigs List and I now have an intimate relationship. We know each other a little too well for comfort. I have spent hours scrolling through images, emailing land lords, and touring apartments. It has gotten so bad that the apartment people know me by name and email me listings on a (nearly) daily basis.
Why move you may ask... that is a GOOD question. We aren't really sure at this point... we think our apartment may have mold in it... it is old you see, and mold isn't exactly great for people who are high functioning work-a-holics. But also, we love where we are located. There is a... softness about it. We have an organic market at the end of our road (I KNOW). We can hike, walk, grocery shop, and get on every major free way so easily... But also also... what if we would be better somewhere else?
Perhaps we are too picky? Is it too much to ask for high ceilings, white walls, big windows, good light, an open kitchen (so I can cook for you), A/C, parking and a washer and dryer in the unit!? Ok... maybe, BUT STILL!
I am holding out hope. I refuse to give up! So until we find a place, I will be consoling myself by day dreaming of what 'may' be out there and how I will decorate it (with the help of apartment blogs and home decor websites).
What does your dream home look like?