I have lived with family or friends and rented a moderately creepy (read: someone died there) condo from a good friend’s now ex-boyfriend who did little more than mail me a key and cash my checks every month, so this is the first time I’ve had to actively search for an apartment through newspaper ads and Craigslist postings. Now that I’ve started looking around — just casually a month ago, and much more seriously these past two weeks — I can’t believe all the good times I’ve been missing out on.
Worried that I wouldn’t have my stuff together, I got myself super organized and started carrying with me everyday all the documents I need in a file folder along with my checkbook and a winning smile. I’m more organized than most of the landlords and managers I’ve met so far… not exactly a vote of confidence in any of those places, clearly. I don’t mind absentmindedness in myself or in others and actually find it a bit endearing (mostly out of the hope that others find it endearing in me), but I figure that a landlord should be on it, right?
I don’t have a lot of requirements other than “1bd/1ba”, “habitable”, “clean”, “not feel like a cave”, “meets my budget”, “is centrally located”, and “has off-street parking”. The first three have been easy to find; the others… not so much. Highlights of recent go-sees include the Busted Mailboxes Apartments, the Eye-Bleeding Blue Las Vegas Casino Carpet Apartments featuring the Mysterious Stains in the Corner Unit Next Door, the No Sunlight Ever Crosses Our Door Apartments, and the My Relative Is Moving Into the Unit and I Just Found Out Right Now This Second As I’m About to Show it to Five People Apartments.
So far I’d say the search has been promising. More updates to follow.
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