Wish I had something different on my mind today, but this is all I got, folks. Yesterday I looked at a few apartments, and I plan to see more this afternoon. It was so weird--I felt like a zombie in some kind of daze. Part of it was just the fact of having my own house for so long that I didn't know I was doing! Oh yeah, remember to ask about washer/dryer connections, the security deposit, any specials on rent--that sort of thing. And they gotta be biker-friendly!
But mostly it was, "Am I really doing this?" And of course, those perky leasing agents want to know WHY I'm looking for an apartment! I mumbled something generic--and thank the goddess I didn't burst into tears!
The oddest part is that I don't care about most of what they're selling. Don't care about a pool, tennis courts, special events and all that. It's all too Melrose Place.
There are some around without all the bells and whistles, and I'm checking out one today. I'd like to find something that at least has a patio/balcony where I can get outside when I want. Hmmm, I wonder if these places have any restrictions against conch horn blowing to welcome the neighborhood spirits??
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