Potholes and Pitfalls

So far the road to a new place to call home hasn't really been an easy one. Potholes and pitfalls consisting of apartments out of our price range, ridiculous pet fees and apartments lacking what we want, especially in a kitchen, remember the hubby is a cook and I have been washing dishes without a dishwasher for nearly seven years.

Our main road block however, seems to be that everywhere we find that is exactly what we are looking for have no openings in sight. There is this place right up the hill from us, a two bedroom townhouse, one and a half bathrooms, dishwasher, washer and dryer hook-ups, extra closets, a huge living room, everything! The topper on the cake is it is only a hundred dollars a month more then we are paying now, which is perfectly within our price range. However the place is full without even rumors of something opening up.

So the waiting game we play. Calling every week or so in hopes of something, anything becoming available, while in the meantime we continue to look for other options that take us over those previously mentioned potholes and pitfalls. Also, just in the spirit of making us feel like trying to rush things along, we have a friend moving back to town in a few weeks that will be staying with us for an undetermined amount of time. If you fully understood how small our apartment is and how much smaller it feels when there are three people living there instead of two, you would want to hurry to expand too.

Another slightly complicating factor would be that we are yet to tell our neighbors about our decision to move. As big of a deal as this is for us, we'd rather not ruin the excitement by letting this get out before we are ready. There is essentially a wait-list to get into our building and I can't help but think that once we made our little announcement that we'd basically start getting pushed. "So, when are you moving?" "Are you out yet?" "Can we come measure for curtains?" If you think I am exaggerating, believe me I'm not. Another reason I'd prefer to keep things quiet until things are a little closer to happening is I can't help but feel that at least one neighbor will be quite happy to see me go, and rather then feel sad about that, I'd rather continue to feel excited about moving. I have to say though, it's hard to keep this a secret when a couple of our neighbors keep asking what we are planning on doing with our unexpected busted bumper induced payday, we have just said that for now it's hanging out in the bank, which isn't a lie at least.

Even my mom says the right thing will come along, we just have to wait and keep looking. Which is saying something because my mother isn't really one for handing out advice free of charge. Believe me, I have hope, what I don't have is patience so I wouldn't mind a little luck to make up the difference.