Yesterday went like this.
First we called apartments to schedule appointments.
Then we went back to apartment that denied us for my deposit. I begged again to let them let me live there. They said no.
Next we stopped by a complex that told us could we tour an apartment that afternoon. When we arrived, though the office management then told us they had absolutely nothing for us to look at and no apartments available until at least September 14. They said this with sass.
Upon walking out to the car Hubs asked, "Is it like a rule that you have to treat people like that in this business?"
And I said maybe.
We stopped at another possible complex where the woman told us that although rent was $800 a month, every tenant must pay $95 for cable, internet and a landline. THEN they must pay water, electric, gas, etc, putting us well over $1000 a month for a one bedroom apartment.
We said thanks but no thanks.
Which begs the questions: Do people still use landlines?
Next it was driving around looking for complexes that were close to the freeway all in order to ease my commute once school starts again. One place looked especially nice.
We went in for more information. It was $140,000 for a townhouse. Oops. We're not exactly in the market to buy.
Then it was home to pack and look for boxes so that we can move all of our stuff to where exactly?
It might've been around this point that I had a bit of a breakdown.
OR
I might've handled it all without breaking a sweat- like the true champ that I am.
You choose which one you prefer.
This morning involved a humble call to my mom. When I originally told her about the apartment debacle she immediately offered up her basement. "You can always stay here until you find a place!" And so I asked, "Mom? Can Greg and I stay with you until we find an apartment?" To which she replied, "Of course you can. I already have the basement ready for you. I can be over to help you move at 3:00."
To which I was overwhelmed at her goodness.
Next I called the first apartment complex back and begged one last time. I'm normally not so needy, but this apartment was absolutely perfect for our needs. The best location possible for us and had everything you could want in an adorable two bedroom apartment...
The lady told me if there were three people living in the apartment the income restriction would be higher and we would qualify. To which she asked, "You're sure you're not pregnant? Because if you were pregnant it could work."
To which I was sorely tempted to lie.
I hung up the phone and took it up with Hubs,
"Can I lie and say I'm pregnant so we can move into that apartment complex?"
He shooked his head.
"Do I just have to accept that there's a reason we're not supposed to live there and everything is going to work itself out?"
He nodded his head and held out his arms for me to come give him a hug.
I'll tell you folks this much...
It's a good thing Hubs is more honest than I am or else I would currently be staging a pregnancy and moving into the most perfect apartment ever.
See you at my mom's house?
