Apartment Plans

Today is supposedly the happiest day of the year. I'm glad to say it has come pretty dang close.

Nicole and I spent the afternoon apartment shopping. Gosh, it felt great to spend so much quality time with her. We talked about life goals and live entertainment.

We ran the gamut of apartments. The afternoon's high- (and low-) lights:

• The pregnant leasing lady indirectly letting us in on her marital dissatisfaction ("How long have you been married?" "Almost eight months, now." "Oh, newlyweds. You still love each other.").
• A complex full of smells: rank B.O. clinging to some longbearded tenant like a torn sleeved, holey t-shirt (like the one he was wearing), smoke wafting from the full ashtrays on every three window sills, and a leasing office smelled like a really cheap motel.
  
• High quality apartments (with high quality prices) that still tried to nickel-and-dime you for perks you would think would be included (parking, basic cable, etc.)
  

But the one we ended up with, is great. It has character. The "urban ski lodge with vaulted ceilings" not the "so tiny the kitchen and bathroom share a sink." Nice pool, large closets, well kept grounds with tons mature tree shade. It seems wonderful.

We're on the waiting list.