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Love/Hate

Bug bombs, landlords that show places while high and smelling like weed, places that smell worse than a bar......shall I go on.

Apartment searching is not easy.  BUT it's over and the place is picked out.  In less than two weeks, I will be dwelling in a 2 bedroom 2 bath, 900 sq feet apartment for at least the next 6 months.  I am in a love/hate relationship with this place, but it is the most ideal with all of the factors that needed to be considered.  Let ne break it down....

Love
  • Location- a rocks throw away from the highway, my grocery store, and 2.5 miles away from a YMCA (if it's not freezing out, I can actually run there).  I feel safe there unlike the other places we looked at.
  • Big bedrooms
  • Cute kitchen
  • Allow dogs
  • Bottom floor
  • Washer and dryer (no saving quarters for laundry..score)
  • The other residents don't seem scummy.
  • Haley will be crawling soon so I don't have to worry about stairs.  Plus the apartment has brand new carpet, so I don't have to freak out about nasty floors.  
  • Less to clean = more time with my kidlet
  • No lawn to mow
Hate
  • Location- traffic is going to be terrible, it's more of a drive to my "job" and my parents which means I'll be spending more in gas
  • I'll be switching to a different YMCA.  I think I am most sad about this.  In the past few months I have developed actual friendships with the peeps at the Bonner YMCA.  We keep each other accountable.  And I am convinced that Bonner has the very best instructors so I don't think I'll like the classes as well.  Plus they don't even have a basketball court.  I just can't justify driving out there every morning when there is one right down the street.  I'm going in open minded, but I just can't see myself having the same relationships there.  Maybe I'll allow myself to go out to Bonner once a week so I can stay in the loop.
  • The fact that my dog is costing me a bajillion dollars.  I totally get it, but it sucks.
  • The fact that I have to pick up my dog's crap for the next 6 months in little poop bags. 
  • The fact that my dog can't run free.
  • The fact that my back patio door doesn't have a screen, what is that?  Really.
  • No garage which means I have to scrape my windows in the winter....UGH
I'm sure those lists will get longer and longer in the next 6 months, but there you have it.

Inspection on our house is Monday.  As long as nothing major and unknown to us comes up, we should be ready to go on selling our house.  Closing date is looking more and more like the 17th which means we will have to be moved out by then.  This is all kinda surreal right now.  

I'm feelings less stressed now that the details are getting ironed out.

Well it's Saturday, so I am going to enjoy and evening of cleaning and such.  Maybe curl up with Haley and watch a kiddie movie.  Keeping it pretty mellow.  

Until next time...

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