Sometimes, when I get home from work and just want to hide in a corner for a little bit, I'm interrupted by the sound of my parents knocking on my door and asking me about my day or wanting to tell me something that happened. It's really nice that they like me and want to be involved in my life, sometimes I feel like Carrie when she gets home and Aidan says, "Where ya been, whatcha been up to, who ya been with, whattya know?"
I love my parents, but sometimes I just need my space. And by "sometimes" I mean "always."
That's why I've decided that it's time to really seriously truly find an apartment.
Unfortunately, not only is it ridiculously expensive to rent an apartment around here, but the cheap places are just that: cheap. I'm not even going to try and use my sales background to sugar coat it and call it "affordable," because it's just. plain. cheap.
I'm not a diva, really I'm not, but I don't want to live in any of these places:
WTH is this.
|Maybe I'm too picky but it looks like I'd get shot.|
|That's the "kitchen."|
Disclaimer: I KNOW, IT COULD BE WORSE.
So, to make myself even more depressed about how I'll probably end up living next to the railroad tracks in a studio that has a toaster oven instead of a fridge, I did what everyone does when they want to feel awesome: I looked at Pinterest and succeeded in setting excessively high expectations for what my bach-pad will look like.
Pinterest, you are the devil, because NOW, I want to live in a place like THIS:
I'm a sucker for an iron bed frame. I've always wanted one, preferably with a white eyelet duvet cover.
And that overstuffed extra large chair would be perfect to relax in with a glass of wine and
my laptop and iPhone for Twitter a good book!!
Give me that Get naked bathtub right now (and add another glass of wine).
All of it. I want it ALL. Why don't all apartments have amazing light like that? And why can't all apartments be like $450/month???
It's so clean and and fresh and girly and I want it.
I like to pretend like I'm going to live like that one day.
But then I look at Craigslist and I'm reminded that Pinterest is not real life.
It's not real life...it's not real life...it's not real life...
But one day soon I'll live on my own and I'll at least have an overstuffed chair to chill in with my wine and everyone can come over and we'll watch Netflix and When Harry Met Sally and Bridesmaids.
And I'll also have LOTR salt/pepper shakers and a foot pedestal for the shower.