Homeseek

Last week we started looking for an apartment. To be honest, we can't spare that much money, so our choices are limited. But the rentals out there are a mess! We saw an apartment that had a shared balcony. How am I supposed to be sure that I don't live next to a serial killer? What's next? A shared bathroom? Kitchen? Bedroom? The next one was rather old and dark, and it was full of furniture. Not the nice kind, or the modern kind, or even something neutral. The kind that makes you think your place is haunted by the owner's dead forefathers! I wouldn't be surprised if I saw a ghost in a white sheet coming out of the closet.
"If we decided to rent it would you remove the furniture?", I asked the owner.
"No, I 'd never throw out my precious antiques!" she says. Antiques, I agree, but precious? Nah...
The third apartment was in a dark alley that reminded me of the darkest RPGs I 'd been playing. I doubt if I could ever live there, but for a vampire I bet it would be really nice.
The fourth apartment was pretty. It had a window in every room and vintage tiles in the bathroom. It was love at first sight! I wanted to live in there! It was really bad that the other love of my life pointed out that it was too far from our parents' apartments and next to an anarchists' den. I tried so hard to convince him we could stop bathing and shaving and mingle with the lot so we wouldn't be in danger but he didn't listen to anything. Disappointment.
Yesterday a realtor kept calling to make me rent a fabulous apartment that is half an hour drive from my office. Too bad I have no car. I am officially almost insane.