Fairly shortly after my roommate's entire family showed up for their month-long visit and home improvement blitzkrieg, I found myself checking the Craigslist apartment listings. At first it was just once in a while, taking some notes and sending some e-mails, but pretty soon it was every hour, frantically hitting refresh and praying something new had appeared. Anything that looked remotely promising tended to be both beyond my means, and guaranteed to be taken before I could even get out my first e-mail inquiry. But still, I kept trying. I saw a lot of places. So many crumbly, falling apart, carpeted (gag), stinky, dimly-lit places. There were even more places that I didn't see--I got stood up no less than three times (but a peek through the windows and/or a quick chat with the neighbors revealed that I probably didn't want to live there anyway.) I almost gave up hope. Then I woke up one night and realized I was becoming way too familiar with the vocal stylings emitted by my roommate's girlfriend as she approaches sexual climax, and so I continued my search with renewed fervor. The end result is this:
Internet, I found it.
It's furnished, all utilities included, and quite a bit more than I wanted to pay, but you know what? It's mine. And perhaps more importantly--no one's parents live there. And, Internet, it is gorgeous. There's hardwood floors, a remodeled kitchen, and tasteful landscaping. There's a deck and a grill and a cute little cafe table and chairs under the trees. This apartment is perfect. This apartment makes me want to be a better person. It makes me want to make scones and brew coffee in a French press and drink it outside in the garden. It makes me want to compost and grow vegetables and sponsor a child and go to yoga every day. Not that I will do any of these things, mind you. But I want to.
These pictures don't really do it justice (but once I move in, prepare to be inundated.) So for now you'll just have to take my word for it. Here it is, my little slice of heaven:
I move in August 1st.
Thirty years old and living in my own place for the first time. What else can't I accomplish this year? The mind boggles.