Day 37: The Great Apartment Hunt

That big red dot! That's my place!

18th floor! Balcony over looking all of downtown!

Kitty corner from the JLC! 2 blocks from the Covent Garden Market!

Yea!

Day 5: The Great Apartment Hunt

Day 5 of my search for a new dwelling and I've now come to the complete conclusion that the corporation that owns my current building is horrible.

I submitted my 60 days notice one week ago, and since my building has an inability to hold onto a superintendent for more than 4 months, it didn't get to the head office.

After quizzing the temporary caretaker who knew nothing, I called the head office. They hadn't received it (even though mail is supposed to be picked up daily). They were going to check it out, but if they couldn't find it then my 60 days would have to be re-submitted at the end of the month.

ARGH.

Last thing I need right now. I want out. Let me go. I can't stand the smell of pot, the vibration from the bass of my downstairs and next door neighbours' stereos, my next door neighbour's penchant to hammer what sounds like my walls, the parking lot fights, and the jerks who scream at their girlfriends.

Today I will find out for sure if they got my 60 days notice. Cross your fingers.

Day 1: The Great Apartment Hunt

Another day filled with apartment hunting.

I knew I had to get on it when I returned to my building after a brisk allergy afflicted walk and heard the insane screams of a man calling his beloved an "asshole" on my floor. Very supportive. After calling LPD dispatch, I started researching.

And so the hunt is on, although not fantastic. I believe I have inherited the worst of both my parents.

On one hand I have my mother's impulsivity (i.e. giving notice before securing housing) and then I have my father's need for extensive research (i.e. taking my sweet time before I commit to anything).

I don't like rushing. Ever. I'm totally against it. I like taking my time, weighing my options. Clearly, I am more aligned with my dad's incredibly long research period followed by a very thought out purchasing process.

I think I'm now understanding the irritation my dad must a felt (just a little at least) when my mother found her dream house and put in an offer without him getting to see the place first. Now, in all fairness the house is fantastic and I am gladly eating humble pie after initially hating the place.

But this next month is going to be difficult. I am going to have to go with my gut. Going with my gut instinct is not something I'm good at. I'm a Taurus. I like lists, I like plans, I like knowing in advance what I'm doing before I'm doing it. I dabbled with spontaneity before and ended up with a bra hanging out of my car door for five kilometers.

I might have some leads on a few different places...but what I know is that I will have to make a quick decision to get a place that I like. That along is getting the arrhythmia acting up.

So wish me luck, and for goddess' sake, if you hear of any decent 1 bedroom apartments in downtown, or old south London, be a friend and pass it along.