I looked at an amazing apartment. Great location. Beautiful apartment. Relatively inexpensive parking two blocks away. Laid back potential roommate.
Did I mention the huge bedroom with exposed brick? The gas range? 1.5 bathrooms? Washer and dryer in the apartment?
My problem now is that I’ve set way to high a standard for what I want. Unless it happens. In which case, I’ll live there until I get married,move to a house in suburbia, have 2.5 kids, a dog and a white picket fence, driving my kids back and forth to soccer practice in my dorky minivan. (IF I ever drive a minivan, I fully give whoever remembers this blog permission to smack me.)
I’m looking forward to moving out and moving forward.