It's that time again. It just wouldn't be right if I didn't move every 6-12 months. After a long period of fretting over whether I would have a roommate or be living in a shelter, I can finally say that it won't be the latter. Now the search begins for a place to live. The catch is that I have to be out of my apartment in nine days.
Today I went to check out a larger two-story apartment in my current complex. My apartment is far from the lap of luxury, but I figured I'd at least see if this one was any better. When I returned the key to Barbara at the leasing office, she asked me what I thought and I replied, "It's a dump. But thanks for letting me look at it." See was a little taken aback, but didn't argue. I'm sure she knows it's a dump, too.
This place has such potential. It's a great location, very spacious, good set-up, full attic space. But I just don't want to give some bum landlord money to live in a place that's dirty, has cabinets that don't shut in the kitchen, dead roaches on the floor, mold in every tile in the bathroom, and makes you feel like you have an upper respiratory disease when you leave. No thanks, Dan. Keep your crummy apartment.
Then there was the townhouse in Mountain Brook that sounded perfect. Reasonable rent, spacious, all the amenities that we want. But it definitely had all avocado green appliances and flooring in the kitchen, carpet in the half-bath (who does that?), and walls that looked like they hadn't been painted since their hay day back in the 70's. But the plus was that there were two formal dresses hanging in the bathroom. Bonus.
Why won't the landlords in this city take some pride in their properties?