the water got high and she never got dry

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

home, where my music’s playing

Up to my ears in work, but had to share what happened last night. The Boy and I looked at two condos, both in the same behemoth complex where some friends of ours (two of my favorite people in the whole world) live. The condos all have pretty similar interiors, but differ a little in size and layout and of course, the view. The first one didn’t suit, the second one was just perfect. Big beautiful kitchen, deck with a view of a field instead of other buildings, a fireplace, big and roomy, plenty of closet space, available as early as we want it, lower rent than the other units we’d seen, and c’mon, my name was written in magnets on the fridge. This had to be a sign.

So our Landlord To Be says we should head down to the Culver’s around the corner to fill out all the paperwork, we meet him and his nice wife down there, they offer to buy us dinner. Everything seems perfect – we found the perfect place very quickly, our landlord to be seemed nice, and free food on top of that. We order food, sit down and start filling out applications. When we get to the item about pets, everything comes to a screeching halt. We had seen so many condos that allowed pets, including a previous one owned by the same guy, that we completely forgot to ask again. Landlord Who Was To Be says “no pets” in a very final tone of voice.

The Boy and I are completely dejected but our food shows up and we have to pretend we haven’t lost our appetites and make awkward conversation with strangers when all we want is to be left alone with our disappointment. They finally leave and we sit there and try to cheer each other up. We’ve got plenty of time, surely we’ll find something just as good, it wasn’t that great after all, etc.

We couldn’t have been sitting there for more than 10 or 12 minutes, stewing, vowing never to come back to Culver’s, when the Landlord to Be and his nice wife come back! They were willing to make an exception and try having pets in that building. He’s not even going to make us put down a pet deposit or pay extra pet rent! Shiny! By the end of the night the Boy and I were emotionally exhausted but in the end, very, very happy and excited.

We have found our home sweet home-to-be and I can’t wait to be there – to eat breakfast off the huge kitchen counter once we get some cute stools to put under it, sit out on the big deck with the Boy at my side, daiquiri in hand, and watch the sunset, have people over all the time, watch the kitty curl up in front of the fireplace in the winter, and wake up next to my sexy Boy every morning. It’s gonna be amazing.

3 Old Comments:

Wow! Congratulations! I am soooo pleased for you x

By Blogger NML, at 12:17 PM  

Congrats! I hope we get to see some pics!

By Blogger Bittersweet, at 10:23 AM  

Thanks, ladies. There will definitely be pix once we get settled.

By Blogger felicity, at 11:23 AM