“Therefore, keep your courage, men, for I believe God that it will turn out exactly as I have been told.”
I have lately become concerned about finding a place to live next year. Ian and I can’t very easily afford to stay here, where the rent is sure to hit $1,100 a month plus all utilities, by ourselves. We’ve started looking at places and are expecting a call today about seeing two apartments which, unfortunately, are avaliable now and so won’t really be viable for us. Sunday we’re also looking at a place that sounds pretty good, but Thursday we went to one that had been advertised as great but turned out just OK. He’d claimed there was a dishwasher, washer, and dryer in the apartment, and there just plain weren’t. Plus there was very little (no) storage space, and Ian and I are obliged to keep a large number of specialized boxes in which to pack our more delicate things.
I hate the thought of moving, not from my committment to this apartment, which I can’t wait to leave, but because of the work involved. And we have to find a place quickly, soon, because of all the competition for housing during the WPI Housing Lottery. The Lottery is completely random, and that’s when a large number of students and their friends realize they have such bad numbers they need to get an apartment off-campus. There are only so many places within walking distance, and everybody wants one: so not only do the landlords jack prices way up just ’cause they can, but apartments are snapped up like candy on Halloween. This means pressure to choose a place quickly; for instance, the landlord who showed us around the nice-but-small place warned us that he had two apartments like this and that “somebody might get them by Monday,” when we’d thought to get back to him.
The stress of doing all this makes me wish I could just…just…have a permanent home, darn it!
– KF –