So after I wrote the last post about our stupid search for a 2 bedroom apartment, I thought the next installment would be all “and now the big new apartment REVEAL!” except it didn’t happen that way.
So last-last weekend (not this last weekend…) we saw two apartments that we actually really really really liked. We liked them so much we ran the race of a thousand races that is getting our application, credit reports, bank statements, and pay stubs turned in as close to first as possible. Go go go go go. There were late night trips to kinkos, running from dentist appointment to apartment viewing, to the apartment for 3 minutes to feverishly fill out pages and pages of personal references, apartment history, and credit summaries, and a lot of baby being grumpy in his car seat. Last-last weekend was a special kind of exhaustion that trickled into last week and made for some very groggy days at work.
So we crossed our fingers for these two apartments. One is a few blocks from where we live now and is HUGE. Tons of storage, a remodled kitchen and bathroom, original hardwoods, a garage, a washer and dryer that is not coin operated, and even a little patch of earth in the back for Kamel’s dreamed-of vegetable garden.
Apartment two was a completely 100% remodeled brand new 2-bedroom. It even had a new heating system. It was smaller than the other apartment, but new and so so incredibly beautiful. Even now I sigh just thinking about it. It had extra storage by the carport that would make up for the smaller hall closets (than what we have now) and had a coin operated laundry but the building had less tenants than ours so I highly doubt that it would be an issue sharing. And did I mention new? All the things new? BRAND NEW?! Sigh.
So we scrambled. And by Tuesday of last week we knew that we had come in VERY CLOSE to winning the big apartment just a few blocks away, but alas… it went to someone else. By that evening we had also found out that the newly remodled unit was ours for the taking. HA HA! VICTORY! I had dreams of the post I would write, how the diamond in the rough for under 2k was ours! We had found it! And then I would post a close up of the new tiled backsplash in the kitchen and we would all sigh together. It was going to be glorious.
Except… except it was in Redwood City, and that isn’t really that bad. The train goes there too and has Margaret pointed out it would just mean 10 more minutes of reading time. But ugh, we lamented and mourned leaving our little neighborhood with our walking paths and our Trader Joes and the eucalyptus trees. And by Wednesday morning Kamel was ringing his hands. I kept saying, “But we wanted this one! We wanted it so so badly! And we got it! ALL NEW. ALL THE NEW THINGS!” So we went to work, licking our location wounds, but also looking forward to decorating Gabe’s new room and (for me) being DONE with this horrible process that was taking over my life and sucking my entire weekends away.
Until about 2:00pm… and then I got a series of frantic texts from Kamel.
Please don’t be mad at me, but I went and drove around the area where we will be moving too on my lunch break and it is horrible! HORRIBLE!
I looked up the crime information for the last 30 days and there are breaking and enterings, assaults in the middle of the day, the streets are horribly maintained, we wouldn’t ever be able to go for walks. This is a terrible terrible neighborhood we can’t move there. We just can’t.
There are over 10 registered sex offenders within a few blocks. We CANNOT MOVE THERE.
So, I found another apartment in San Mateo. A duplex! I went and saw it and I’m going to email you photos.
… What? Within a matter of hours I was moving to Redwood City and getting a brand new apartment and then we … weren’t? And the hunt was on YET AGAIN? All the frustrations in the world, and a lot of hopeless despair washed over me. I know it sounds dramatic, but when you already have NO TIME and then the NO TIME you have is sucked up by crap-tacularly-over-priced apartments? It is the worst.
So I tried talking Kamel off the ledge, but everything he said mattered. And ultimately, if he wasn’t comfortable there then that was it. The price you pay for sharing your life with someone else… what they think and feel actually matters. We went and looked at the place Kamel had randomly (in sweaty panic-filled desperation) found once I got off work and it wasn’t exclamation point worthy, it had a formica counter top in a lovely mustard straight out of 1972, but it was quiet and filled with light. It had tons of storage and a killer rooftop patio that is fenced in and covered. Plus a garage and our own washer and dryer. So we scrambled again and now we wait. I wish I could end this with “And we got this even BETTER apartment.” But no such luck.
This last weekend I put a moratorium on apartment hunting. I needed a break. I think we all needed a break even though I was the only one to admit it. So here I am. Not viewing apartment. Hoping we get 3rd runner up who might become first runner up because maybe it will become home. Or not. We might be hot on the trail next weekend and the saga continues…