Yesterday I was granted one more vacation day when at around 5:30am I recieved the call that my school was indeed closed for snow. I got up all excited and continued the phone chain and looked out my window expecting to see cars buried in the whiteness – but no, the snow was a bit slushy and in my mind didn’t grant the snow day (but did I complain, oh hells no.)
I went back to sleep and in the end woke up around 8:30, got a little breakfast and did a little knitting. Sure, I thought – I have this extra day, I should do something productive! Work out? (ahem, no.) Laundry? (maybe tomorrow). After wrestling with a few other ingenious ideas I decided that I could do a little apartment research – no pressure.
My lease is up in my current apt on 3/31 and I have to get a move on as my building is being sold. I have been lurking on rental websites and real estate sites and tso far nothing really sparked my fancy.
So with bowl of cereal in hand, I did a little clicking and there it was. A one bedroom right off the main street with a pretty little rent (heat included!). I grabbed my phone and dialed the number and reached the nice realtor who was happy to show it to me that very afternoon. A jump in the shower and comb of the hair and I was on my way, excited but with no expectations.
Well my dear friends, I signed the lease to that apartment that very night in the company of my BF and wonderful mother. It was mine, allll mine and such a complete surprise. It had a lovely big kitchen and big living room – a very tiny bedroom that yells "you’re only sleeping in here, hon!" and a bathtub that reminded me of the Money Pit movie (minus the breaking through the floor and Hanks’ seal laugh).
All I kept thinking that night and today was: No snow and no apartment. Snow and I’ve got a place to call my own for one more year in this fabulous Sinatra town.