Well... this is the last rant I write from this apartment. At the end of this month we move to a new one, further west of where we are at so I can better reach school in the fall without an excruciatingly long drive. Wanderlust was, for once, not the reason for this move... or perhaps it is, in part, but we at least have better excuses to cover it up this time. It seems like we change where we live at least every two years these days. It always seems like a good idea until we start looking at how much "stuff" we have accumulated. Even the "stuff" wouldn't be such an issue if I didn't have an affinity for heavy wood-based furniture. And seemingly enough, we have very few friends who actually live nearby - close enough to help us move. Introverts, as we tend to often be, will inevitably make the majority of their friends online these days, and when your friends live several states away they rarely want to take the weekend to drive out and help you move. LOL.
And thus, we call in the parents. Feeling bad about having to ask for their assistance, yet again. At least this time they will be moving as well during the next year and we'll be able to reciprocate by helping in their move. After the next year or so, when we hope we will have the downpayment to be moving into an actual house again, we might even have the money and sense to hire movers instead of breaking the backs of ourselves and our family....
And why is it, that whenever I need to find an apartment - they are SO hard to find? *sigh* I've spent magnitudes of money on gasoline as I rush to and fro from huge apartment complexes to small duplexes with private owners, trying to find that perfect place. I'm starting to believe that the "perfect apartment" is actually a myth, told to young teenagers with dreams of large open spaces and a bathroom all to themselves. With each place I look at, my standards drop - rich, hardwood flooring becomes carpet without too many stains in it, large, airy windows becomes at least two openable windows, and central air conditioning becomes having a window large enough to cram a window air conditioner into. And nevermind trying to find a living room large enough to cram all our computer junk and the couch into without having to jump over one to get to the other... if we happen to find a living room sizable enough, then the bedrooms are often too small to accomodate our king-sized bed AND the dresser.
Oh, I could probably find the perfect apartment. If my budget were about $1000 more each month for rent. However, they still probably wouldn't allow me to keep my cat! *meow*