Couch surfing at your friends’ places when you move to a new town probably isn’t the best idea in the world once you’ve hit month three. But, until recently, I had had such a lack of motivation when it came to finding my own place. Sure, currently I’m in a spare room with my very own army cot, but it’s not quite the same as being able to call a place my own and putting down roots. It wasn’t until the other day that this thought crept into my mind: I’m an adult (twenty-something)! I have a college degree (truth)! I have a job (internship)! I’m too good to keep sleeping on an army cot (probably a lie)! With those thoughts cluttering my mind the search began. Kind of.
I’m going to be completely honest here. As a dreaded millennial (dreaded because it can feel like a four letter word), I fully expected apartment searching to be mundo easy. So easy that it was like somebody else would be doing the work for me… and that’s where my friends came in. I first talked to my college roommate from Senior year and, lo and behold, one of his roomies was trying to sell his contract. Easy peasy lemon squeezy! The rent was cheap, I’d be housing with a friend and the entire thing took so little effort it was laughable! It was too good to be true. Because I was buying a contract, it’s not like we could make a clean online exchange. Instead I had to meet with the guy to “hash out the details,” as he put it. It took the guy two days to respond to any text I sent him and he was always mysteriously “busy.” Busy doing what I have no idea but I eventually took the “I’ll let him contact me” approach and… I never heard from him again. Well. So much for that.
After that bust I turned to my dear friend Sloan, who started spreading the word among her friends at her complex that I was looking to buy someone’s contract. Eventually she gave my number to a guy who was trying to sell his contract. The next day I got a phone call from him. I could tell this wasn’t going to work out within the first minute when he said “Well, I promised this place to another guy already but if you want it…” With a deep sigh I told him no, if he had already promised the place to someone else I would not be coming in to swipe it from underneath their nose.
Later I tried going to the apartment website only to discover that they had none. If I really wanted to live near my friend I’d have to go in to the leasing office. But that is an adventure for another day. Maybe Tuesday.
I shouldn’t be too picky, but can’t a guy find an inexpensive, nice place to live with little to no effort on his part? Or find a place in a college town that doesn’t require him to be a student, have RAs or monthly cleaning checks (at an apartment complex? Really, guys?) Well I guess it’s about time I put in a little more effort. Until next time, guys.