So, Dave and I went to look at apartments this morning and ended up putting down a deposit on one. We had an appointment at 10:30, and we were pretty sure we didn’t want to rent this one, because Dave found some that sounded really nice a couple of days ago, but since we already had the appointment, we guessed we’d go and look.
I got a generally good feeling about the place. It was clean, well-kept, all of that. Nothing special, except that it had some of the little things–plants, a clean pool even though it’s November, things like that. And it was blessedly quiet inside the complex. The apartment itself was a two-bedroom, one-bath place. It has older carpet and cabinets, etc. But the space is laid out well, and there’s a lot of it for the price. It also has a lot of storage space, given some of the apartments I’ve lived in. Parking is in a shared garage, with some extra storage there as well.
I actually came away pleasantly surprised, and so we walked away with applications. We visited the other place, the one Dave had found. And it should have been where I wanted to live. The apartment we were probably looking at was a one-bedroom, but it had Pergo floors and new carpet and a little outdoor patio. Except I didn’t want to live there. It didn’t fee like home. We took applications because we were confused. On my way out, my phone rang, and it was the lady from the first place. The guy from the management company was there, picking up another application for the place. I talked to her, and to him, and agreed to drive back to drop off our applications.
We debated in the car about what to do, and decided to see what happened with this application before doing anything else. What we didn’t realize was that the manager-guy was going to call in for a credit check while we waited. So he asked us to wait, and came back and offered us the apartment. We put down a deposit and we have a place.
WE HAVE A PLACE!!!!
And I think it took us less than an hour and a half.