Dear Future Hubby,
Story of my life
So here’s the deal. When we start debating about moving in together, one of us needs own our dream home. Why? Because looking for an apartment slowly sucks the life out of you and I’d prefer to still be alive once we move in together.
For the past two weekends, I have been looking for a new apartment. As much as a heart the place I live now, it’s time to move on and find something new. Easier said than done. There are a lot of shitty places listed out there that sound amazing on craigslist, but when I actually go and see them…not so much.
I honestly can’t even count how many apartments I’ve seen in the past two weeks. All I know is that I’m beyond frustrated. This could all be remedied with being able to just buy a home, but sadly, that’s just as much as a long shot as Gaelic Gala is. By being able to have my own place, this could eliminate the following situations:
Being broke: Realizing that I cannot afford an apartment without living with someone else.
Creeptastic Landlords: Being shows apartments by uber creepy landlords who also want to show you THEIR apartment as well.
Gas Guzzling: Wasting tons of gas driving around Los Angeles looking for the “perfect” apartment.
Low Blood Sugar: Scheduling appointments back to back all day and forgetting to eat lunch. Me + low blood sugar = not a pretty picture.
No gym time: Having to look at so many apartments after work that I given up “me” time at the gym. I’ve been to the gym twice this week. Fail.
Packing/getting rid of shit: Plain and simple.
Driving a U-Haul: I suck at driving a U-Haul.
Movers: Not being able to afford them means you have to move yourself and that sucks the life out of you.
Searching: Constantly looking for “For Rent” sings, checking Craigslist, Westside Rentals, PadMapper, etc.
Insert Smurf or Harry Potter here
Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally down to have a roommate and I probably will have one until I am either making bank or we move into together, but looking for apartments with someone else adds a whole new complexity to searching for an apartment. You have to find a place that is great for both of you. A place that hopefully has two decent sized bedrooms and not one MASSIVE bedroom and then a bedroom that a Smurf could live in or small room under a staircase ala Harry Potter. A place with two bathrooms, two parking spaces and in a neighborhood you both like and hopefully doesn’t smell like smoke or rotting food. Not finding said apartment just adds to the frustration that living in a fridge box on the corner sounds like a doable option by the end of the day.
Pretty much perfection
So for the love of god, when we meet or are dating and considering moving in together, please have already purchased a kick ass home. It doesn’t need to be crazy fancy or uber big. Just a nice, simple, and some place to call home. Like this would be perfect. This will eliminate driving around LA looking for an apartment and getting frustrated with each other. I’d prefer to not have apartment hunting to actually cause our breakup. Let’s at least wait till we move in together and find more annoying habits each other has and THEN use that as a catalyst for a breakup. It’s more entertaining to say we broke up because you have a horrible addiction to watching old episodes of Love Connection and I like to bust down and have 3 AM dance parties to ‘N SYNC.
Xo,
Your Future Wife.
