unreasonable
Jan. 12th, 2004 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaeclecticPoint 1: I am spoiled rotten.
Point 2: I tend to succumb to impatience, which I must battle hard.
Question: Am I really just trying to keep busy and evade facing the essential emptiness of my life?
What brings all this on? you might well ask:
I've barely started, and already am coming down with the Bay Area apartment huntin' blues.
So I've seen 3 places and have an appointment next weekend to see a 4th. I'm looking in both the East Bay (mainly Berkeley) and SF (mainly my current 'hood) just to see what there is to see.
The first place, in my current neighborhood, I wasn't really too serious about because it didn't come with parking. But the rent was enough less than my current palatial abode, that I thought, well if it's completely terrific it might be worth finding a separate parking space, and anyway it would give me one point of information about what's renting for how much around here.
Well, so. Not only not terrific, but rather horrific. Tiny rooms, horrible layout, dingy.
Place number two, a stand-alone house in Berkeley, a couple hundred dollars less less than CPA (you know, Current Palatial Abode). A nice house. Great neighborhood, beautiful hardwood floors. But... kind of quirky. Like, there's a backyard, but it's on the other side of another building. Like, there's a garage, but the person showing the house doesn't want to open the door because it's too hard to close. Like, all the windows have curtains in odd colors and patterns, and the master bedroom has bright yellow trim.
Turns out it's owned by people who are just renting it out while they are working in Australia for a few years. So I think, right, all the concerns about living in someone else's personal space, and if I have any problems they are how many time zones away? since the person showing it, whom I initially assumed was the property manager, turns out to just be a friend doing them a favor...
All in all, I am not that inspired.
Third place, just saw this evening, also in Berkeley, a beautiful little apartment. Immaculate. Nice new appliances. Hardwood floor in the living room. Wood-burning fireplace. And it's several hundred dollars less than CPA. Which is very, very tempting.
But it's also so much smaller that I really, truly would not be able to fit all my stuff. I have been pacing around trying to think how I could make it work, and the answer keeps coming up the same: only if I got rid of stuff. Significant stuff.
And I need to keep in mind how much it got on my nerves when I was too cramped in my last apartment, which is part of why I ended up renting this place which is actually more space than I need.
It's kind of like I found the perfect outfit, but they don't have it in my size.
The place that I have an appointment to see next weekend ought to be super nice. Another Berkeley option, yet barely any cheaper than the silly rent I'm paying now. Even if it proves to be my perfect dream, I am just not sure I ought to keep paying so much rent.
So, here I am, striving for patience, preparing to dive into craigslist again...
Point 2: I tend to succumb to impatience, which I must battle hard.
Question: Am I really just trying to keep busy and evade facing the essential emptiness of my life?
What brings all this on? you might well ask:
I've barely started, and already am coming down with the Bay Area apartment huntin' blues.
So I've seen 3 places and have an appointment next weekend to see a 4th. I'm looking in both the East Bay (mainly Berkeley) and SF (mainly my current 'hood) just to see what there is to see.
The first place, in my current neighborhood, I wasn't really too serious about because it didn't come with parking. But the rent was enough less than my current palatial abode, that I thought, well if it's completely terrific it might be worth finding a separate parking space, and anyway it would give me one point of information about what's renting for how much around here.
Well, so. Not only not terrific, but rather horrific. Tiny rooms, horrible layout, dingy.
Place number two, a stand-alone house in Berkeley, a couple hundred dollars less less than CPA (you know, Current Palatial Abode). A nice house. Great neighborhood, beautiful hardwood floors. But... kind of quirky. Like, there's a backyard, but it's on the other side of another building. Like, there's a garage, but the person showing the house doesn't want to open the door because it's too hard to close. Like, all the windows have curtains in odd colors and patterns, and the master bedroom has bright yellow trim.
Turns out it's owned by people who are just renting it out while they are working in Australia for a few years. So I think, right, all the concerns about living in someone else's personal space, and if I have any problems they are how many time zones away? since the person showing it, whom I initially assumed was the property manager, turns out to just be a friend doing them a favor...
All in all, I am not that inspired.
Third place, just saw this evening, also in Berkeley, a beautiful little apartment. Immaculate. Nice new appliances. Hardwood floor in the living room. Wood-burning fireplace. And it's several hundred dollars less than CPA. Which is very, very tempting.
But it's also so much smaller that I really, truly would not be able to fit all my stuff. I have been pacing around trying to think how I could make it work, and the answer keeps coming up the same: only if I got rid of stuff. Significant stuff.
And I need to keep in mind how much it got on my nerves when I was too cramped in my last apartment, which is part of why I ended up renting this place which is actually more space than I need.
It's kind of like I found the perfect outfit, but they don't have it in my size.
The place that I have an appointment to see next weekend ought to be super nice. Another Berkeley option, yet barely any cheaper than the silly rent I'm paying now. Even if it proves to be my perfect dream, I am just not sure I ought to keep paying so much rent.
So, here I am, striving for patience, preparing to dive into craigslist again...
