Surviving and Thriving in Chicago as a Twenty Something Gal
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Well, it's that most wonderful time the those of us non-homeowners experience every year or few: apartment hunting time. It always sneaks up on me; I try not to think about it because it is so awful and then it is upon me like a crocodile and only weeks to figure out where myself and my book collection are going to live. This time around, I will most likely be downsizing. BF left for Atlanta, so I have had a two bedroom palace to myself for the past two months or so. This sounds like a good thing, but in reality, it isn't. It just means that I have now spread what used to be contained in a bedroom and walk in closet throughout an entire two bedroom place! And I like it that way. I even have a hooping area and a den/laundry folding room! Suffice to say, moving back into a shoebox sized studio is going to be an adjustment. I mean, a hooping area- awesome! Price is a factor here and I wish it weren't. If I had a money tree, I'd just get another two bedroom place and spread my self hither and yon. Alas, I have an all important budget to stick to (yes, I'm still using it Hillzy). This means that I either move in with some roommates (complete strangers), or find the deal of the century on a bootbox. I am approaching from both angles and I must say; I am my own worst enemy. I find something wrong with every place I go to. Clearly I am being overly critical. Hopefully meetings with potential roommates go a little bit better. It's really not nice to be critical of someone you just met. Especially when you would be moving into their abode.
So here's the score: Shoeboxes 5, Me 0, Ties 2 (the ties are only because I have two places to "fall back on") Bootboxes (no data available because I haven't found one in my price range yet) Roommates 12 potentials. The meetings start next week. Wish me luck.
Do yourself a favor- figure out where you want to live and just buy a dumb place already. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy!
Green living! I am happy to see recycling and doing more with less make the front pages of the news
Bridesmaid season is officially over for me. That means that in the past two weeks that I haven't had to spend worrying about how I am going to look in someone else's mantle pictures have been spent slacking off at the gym, drinking beer and eating delicious things like pizza. oops, really need to work on that. Someone else needs to get married so I can keep it together!
I simply cannot wait for Rothbury music fest next year. Best weekend ever! I am still rocking my bracelet. . . .