Damn. Sweet justice feels so friggin’ good! Remember how I didn’t get the apartment I really wanted because the owner lied to me about the move-in date? AND he was trying to strong arm me into moving in earlier? Well I went on Craigslist tonight and bam!, that same apartment is back on the market. Of course, now the rent is $150 more. This is what that landlord gets for being a complete jerk. He told me he had two other people waiting to move in within the next week so I had to decide quickly! I guess that potential tenant wasn’t so promising after all, or something came up. I hope he regrets going back on his word and not choosing me. I, on the other hand, do not regret my decision at all to say no to the early move-in date.
I won’t apply again since my experience left a really sour taste in my mouth. It appears this landlord doesn’t have his stuff together. Plus, maybe the potential tenant wasn’t comfortable with his antics or him as a person in general and backed out. I might have saved myself a huge headache. That’s karma!
So I mentioned in my last update that I applied for this super nice apartment. I got a call from the leasing company and it turns out that apartment belongs to the HOA because the previous owner was late on his payments so it went into foreclosure. The HOA would honor the one year lease but after that, they would most likely kick the renter out and try to sell it. I’m looking for something more permanent than one year. Also, I’m not going to go through all of the work moving out, settling in, and then having to repeat this whole ordeal of apartment hunting again. Thus, I withdrew my interest.
The first week of April I was visiting open houses like no one’s business. I would go during work, lunch, and after work. I had to make up excuses for why I was coming home so late. My mother would not be happy to hear she was waiting on me for dinner because I was out shopping for apartments. I viewed a few places and JESUS. These places were old and disgusting. I would be embarrassed to live there, let alone have anyone over. The wooden doors were splintering so you could see flakes of wood coming off. The kitchen cabinets and stove were so old school I thought I was in another era. Nonetheless, people were filling out applications like it was the last apartment left in the Bay. I couldn’t, and still can’t, believe it. I didn’t even bother requesting an application because there was no way I could live in a place like that. I’m not being high maintenance or a diva. However, there are certain standards that all living spaces should have and these apartments were so far off, I couldn’t justify paying that much money for them. I wouldn’t even live there if the rent was free. Yes, it was that bad! I chatted with some other applicants and they told me it’s all because of the safe neighborhood. The apartments are crappy but because the neighborhood is super safe and quaint, they can jack up the prices.
For now, I’m going to take a break from my apartment hunt. I was extremely stressed, tired, and rattled by those few weeks of searching. I want to recuperate and return with an energized and healthier mindset. My coworker offered some words of encouragement: don’t approach it as a problem, but as a challenge. It would be a more enjoyable (and bearable) experience. I also want to see where my boyfriend would be working before committing to a place since we plan to live together. At the moment, I’m just going to take a peek here and there on CL and see if anything catches my eye. I’m not putting any pressure on myself to find a place ASAP.