3.28.00

    Hey there, kiddo. How's it goin'? Things haven't changed much around here, you know. It's just same ol', same ol'. What you been up to? Ah, I see. Me, too. Just sort of kicking around life, tryin' not to cause too much trouble. Wondering what is in store for me but not really chasing anything down. Which is really too bad. Sometimes it seems like you just want to sit and watch things go by when at that moment you should probably be leaping and grabbing. Maybe it's the onset of spring and summer that's got me feelin' mellow.

    *sigh*

    There's a lot I don't feel like talking about. If you're on my list you've heard a little. And, frankly, just to get this far has taken thirty minutes. Type. Delete. Type. Delete. Think. Type. Delete. Kind of ridiculous. Besides, what can it mean when I think my last entry, "Of the Quiet", still seems so applicable to my state of being nearly 20 days after having written it?

    Here's something: why don't I talk about our hunt for a new abode?

    In early February, we did a little house-hunting. It was informative and depressing. However, now it seems we're hearing of more places on the market. Perhaps. T. signed us up for a listing service but mostly we've been finding better deals on apartments. T. found and looked at this great apartment on the third story of a gorgeous old Victorian. The place has character coming out the wazoo (watch for pics tomorrow). The price is around $1100 for 1200 square feet. Since it's the top story it's basically a converted attic which means slanted ceilings throughout. There's all sorts of adorable nooks. There's a little balcony with a view of Mount Hood. Most everything is white and bright. There's a bunch of skylights scattered here and there. The landlords seem really nice and they're a young couple. These are all good things, wouldn't you say? However, there are, of course, cons to consider.

    The landlords live on the first floor. That's either good or it's bad depending on how you look at it. The stairway leading up to the apartment is very narrow. Any large pieces of furniture, such as our bed, would need to be hoisted through the bedroom window. The landlords seem to think this is no problem and they did this for their last tenants. I'm a little iffy about the prospect of hoisting everything through the window especially since I have big plans about getting a real couch and a chest of drawers for the bedroom and a useable dining room table. The ceilings are sloping which is really funky and kooky but means that we'll have to scatter our tall bookshelves throughout the apartment wherever there is a tall wall. I'm worried that it could become claustrophobic. The kitchen is tiny. The rent is high. It is not a house.

    T. and I are both just weeping over how on the fence we are on this place. It's close to downtown. It's adorable. It's expensive. Right now we pay around $750 for about 900 square feet, free parking and one covered parking spot. Our current place is clean, new and feels secure. It's the nicest place we've ever lived together and the nicest place he's ever lived in. (I once lived in a three bedroom house with a yard and 2-car garage in college with two other roommates so that was sweet digs.) I'm just thinking that we wouldn't be doing too much furniture shopping while spending that extra $300 every month.

    We have to make a decision because the landlord called and it's ours if we want it. I've definitely, with no qualms about it said 'yes' and 'no' many times in the last few days and it's making me insane. In fact, before I wrote this entry I was all about calling up the landlord lady (landlady?) and saying thanks but no thanks. But, now... I'm not so sure.

    I need a sign. A big sign.