Season of Change
The Boyfriend and I have discussed moving in together for quite some time. We've been together almost four years but I've resisted for several reasons. I've lived alone for 12 years. I'm old and set in my ways. I like my space. I love my apartment and it is not big enough for the two of us. I live very close to work and his place is 45 minutes away. I don't like rising at 5:30 a.m. and I don't want to clean the house he has lived in, alone, for nearly a decade.
On the other hand, I thought I should try living with the Boyfriend. I like the location of where he lives better than where I live. We would save a lot of money running only one household instead of two. We should move our relationship forward.
So last month, I decided to advertise my apartment for rent on craigslist, just to "test the waters." I don't live in a great neighborhood and I put prospective tenants through a rigorous credit and background check. Anyone who actually wants to live in my neighborhood would, most likely, not be able to meet my minimum criteria. I really didn't expect it to rent from this advertisement alone.
I had two people from England, one from Africa and one from my town inquire about it. None of them worked out so I decided to let it go because, well, did I really want to move? Um, not really. A couple weeks later I got a straggler message from someone in San Francisco, moving here to go to graduate school, asking if the apartment was still available. I told her it was and gave her some more information.
Today, instead of doing what I should be doing which is packing, because we're renting a U-Haul tomorrow, I decided to bitch about it instead.
But, it gets even better. When I told my tenants downstairs that I was moving, they told me that they were moving too! Just great. Now, instead of preparing one apartment for rental, I get to prepare two. The advertising, the cleaning, the sweat, the repairs, the money, the joy of it all!
And, what if it doesn't rent?
I guess that's what I get for testing the waters. Fucking waters.
On the other hand, I thought I should try living with the Boyfriend. I like the location of where he lives better than where I live. We would save a lot of money running only one household instead of two. We should move our relationship forward.
So last month, I decided to advertise my apartment for rent on craigslist, just to "test the waters." I don't live in a great neighborhood and I put prospective tenants through a rigorous credit and background check. Anyone who actually wants to live in my neighborhood would, most likely, not be able to meet my minimum criteria. I really didn't expect it to rent from this advertisement alone.
I had two people from England, one from Africa and one from my town inquire about it. None of them worked out so I decided to let it go because, well, did I really want to move? Um, not really. A couple weeks later I got a straggler message from someone in San Francisco, moving here to go to graduate school, asking if the apartment was still available. I told her it was and gave her some more information.
Today, instead of doing what I should be doing which is packing, because we're renting a U-Haul tomorrow, I decided to bitch about it instead.
But, it gets even better. When I told my tenants downstairs that I was moving, they told me that they were moving too! Just great. Now, instead of preparing one apartment for rental, I get to prepare two. The advertising, the cleaning, the sweat, the repairs, the money, the joy of it all!
And, what if it doesn't rent?
I guess that's what I get for testing the waters. Fucking waters.
posted by nottotaled at 10:48 AM
