On Apartment Hunting

I've spent most of this week apartment hunting.  I forgot just how annoying it can be.  I also forgot that I hate moving.  Like really hate moving.

I've lived in the same house for six years.  That's a long time to spend in one place.  I lived in an apartment complex before that, but we lived in that place for three years.  I haven't had to go apartment hunting in nearly a decade. 

The first place I went to I made the mistake of telling the leasing agent I was getting divorced.  I have discovered that if you mention divorce to a divorced person it leads to a very long one-sided conversation about their divorce and how much divorce sucks and how, "You will get through this, honey."  She followed me around the apartment telling me her deepest, darkest divorce secrets. She was trying to be kind and supportive, but the entire time I kept thinking oh god, I hope I'm not going to do this to someone else one day...I bet I will.

The next place looked great on the internet, but I'm fully convinced all of the photos on the website were ten years old and doctored.  It was a rat hole, and that's putting it nicely.  As I got back into my car a grungy looking man who could possibly have been homeless yelled, "Hey baby! Why don't you bring that fine ass over here?"  Um, no thank you.

I found a townhome I like, but it has gas heat and TWO SETS of sliding glass doors.  Isn't it easy to break into sliding glass doors?  *shakes head* This one is still on the maybe list.

I'm about to leave to look at a condo and a house.  Here's to hoping for no perverts and no divorcees! Wish me luck.