Coffee Table Declarations
Saturday, August 30, 2003
Well my roommate left today. It feels awfully empty in here and surprisingly, I'm a little lonely. I wasn't expecting that because I have always wanted my own place. It's hitting me now seeing her empty room and the living room with half the furniture missing. While making something for dinner tonight it was a rude shock to find that I am suddenly without a measuring cup! I guess I can't complain, it was hers after all.
On a whim I went to see a studio apartment this afternoon. It was just over my budget and way overpriced. It was in a building with a fancy name and was shown to me by a fancy lady who drives a Mercedes (perhaps becoming a realtor is the way to go). We walked down a hallway so dim that we couldn't see the numbers on the apartment doors and had to guess at which one it was. Upon entering, it looked just like a one bedroom apartment without the bedroom. Or alternatively, a bedroom with a teeny tiny kitchen and a bathroom. It reminded me of a college dorm without the requisite hotpot (for making Ramen noodles) and posters plastered to the walls. The teeny tiny kitchen was adorable, but lacking a dishwasher, disposal, or microwave - all modern conveniences I have become rather attached to. The building itself lacked parking, another amenity I tend to look for when deciding where to live. If I was interested I was supposed to give a deposit, on the spot, equal to one month's rent. Ultimately I decided to pass. I want my own place, but something tells me I should wait until I can afford one a little more comfortably, or at least one a little more comfortable.
On a whim I went to see a studio apartment this afternoon. It was just over my budget and way overpriced. It was in a building with a fancy name and was shown to me by a fancy lady who drives a Mercedes (perhaps becoming a realtor is the way to go). We walked down a hallway so dim that we couldn't see the numbers on the apartment doors and had to guess at which one it was. Upon entering, it looked just like a one bedroom apartment without the bedroom. Or alternatively, a bedroom with a teeny tiny kitchen and a bathroom. It reminded me of a college dorm without the requisite hotpot (for making Ramen noodles) and posters plastered to the walls. The teeny tiny kitchen was adorable, but lacking a dishwasher, disposal, or microwave - all modern conveniences I have become rather attached to. The building itself lacked parking, another amenity I tend to look for when deciding where to live. If I was interested I was supposed to give a deposit, on the spot, equal to one month's rent. Ultimately I decided to pass. I want my own place, but something tells me I should wait until I can afford one a little more comfortably, or at least one a little more comfortable.
