Since I have moved to the bay area my eyes have been opened to a whole new world. Both literally and figuratively. From paying $4.50 a gallon for gas, to doggie day care, it is quite a change from the small town slow paced Midwest where I spent my college days. I mean let’s be real here I grew up in LA so none of this should come as a shock, but we all know I can be a little clueless sometimes.
After looking at apartments that cost more than my parent’s mortgage and were smaller than my barn, I resigned myself to the fact that it would be months; if ever before I found an apartment that both, did no require commuting AND that I could afford.
After all they say finding an husband in the Bay is easier than finding an apartment. I pretty much figured I would be homeless with a herd of corgis by the end of the year.
Then out of the blue I saw a posting for an apartment in one of the neighborhoods I had always dreamed but never thought I would be able to move to. Granted the rent was wildly outside my budget, but it never hurts to look right?
Four hours later I was writing a check and agreeing on the terms of my new digs. Not only did they love the corgi (but who doesn’t?!) but they came down to a rent that was within my budget. As I was shaking my head trying to figure out what was happening, I marveled on the hands of fate.
It may be small, a bit quirky, and lets face it probably technically too expensive for me; I finally have my own place that I dreamed of. Raleigh sure is happy to be lounging on his own redwood deck under the oaks instead of locked in a noisy garage. Fingers crossed that reality doesn’t hit us anytime soon.