The First Place Offered
I believe I said that I wouldn't rent another place until I'd
seen more than one or two others so I'd have a feeling for what the
market was like and know whatever I was renting was a good one.
I said that. And this afternoon I wrote a check to lock up the
condominium apartment I was talking about yesterday. And although I
think I did the right thing, I am experiencing some buyer's remorse.
Even the cat seems a little lethargic. Perhaps he senses a coming
change in his environment.
But let's not be too down here. The apartment is nice. It's not overly
large in the sense that it doesn't have any storage
other than the closets (plenty of closets), but it has lots of water
pressure and a shower. There's a dish washer and a microwave
and a garbage disposal and all the other electrical gadgets you'd
expect in a place like this. The kitchen is large enough and it has
ceilings, regular standard issue up to code ceilings totally unlike
the ceilings I'm living under right now and I assume the heater works.
It has a small balcony with living room doors that open out onto it and
sliding glass doors from the bedroom. And it has covered parking inside
the lower level of the building with card access. For a price that
nobody back at the office really believes. So I took it. Now I can go
crawl into bed and pull the covers up and think about packing boxes.
Moving pushes my buttons.
This building reminds me of buildings I'd occasionally see when I was
much younger. Visiting an older couple, maybe friends of the family,
living up inside some comfortable rabbit warren like this one, everyone
saying how nice, but everyone happy when it came time to be leaving. I
saw those places as an end, a place to sit and watch television. I don't
think that's what I'm getting into here, but the thought occurs and
makes me feel a little cold. Thoughts again that this moving thing really
does push my buttons.
Although breaking my agreement to look around more before I rented (I do
have an idea of what's out there and the prices they're charging), I did
keep another: don't spend more on rent than you really want to. I've
always ended up paying more than I'd put in my budget (when I was younger
I never had a budget, but now that I'm older and wiser I sometimes have
a budget, just not at the present) and spent the next year or whatever
without a dime in my pocket (but a swell place to live, of course,
although it might have been sweller if I could have afforded furniture).
So we'll see.
There is a fireplace, as I remember. That's good.