Five years ago I rented a condo near the airport. I loved it. It was right next door to a supermarket. I had a car back then and commuted an hour each day for work. But I didn't mind the drive. I'd listen to sports radio or music. Once a week I'd plug in "This American Life" and just listen to the stories. Towards the end of my lease my ex and I talked about moving in together. My place would have been perfect, but it meant both of us would commute. She lived in uptown and I found myself only going home three times a week to feed and spend time with the cat. So we moved, but god damn was that a fiasco.
We went through a apartment finding service. We went out one Saturday and looked at about 12 places. When we finally found the place we wanted. It was a few blocks from the train in Lincoln park. It was a garden apartment but it was cheap. Especially for the neighborhood. So we put in our application and down payment and waited. And we waited. And waited. Apparently we needed to get confirmation from the condo board before we could move in, problem is that the president of the board just died. And we had less than two weeks to move.
Alex was also due to go to Florida for a week and a half at that time, which meant she would be gone on the 1st. She took off, and I kept looking, and looking. Sending text after text, panorama pics, estimated square footage and shape and size of tubs. "Just fucking pick one!", she said. "Honey this is important, this is where we'll begin a life together."
I finally was about to pick an apartment that neither of us would have been thrilled with on the 30th. But finally after getting through to our landlord who resided in another state, he says "fuck it, just move in, we'll deal with the other stuff later." That was nice and all but that didn't happen until the 31st. And I finally got keys for the place. Rented a truck, and moved myself all the away across the city on my own.
A year later, Alex would move to Texas, and I would load her up a week early and then have to move again. This time to uptown myself. It was a small little space. One in which I was gonna just kind of hang out and save money in, until I moved to Texas myself. Turns out I wouldn't be making that move, and instead I'd end up just drinking my ass off and wasting two years of my life.
I recieved a non renewal for my lease in uptown due to raising prices and I waited too long, and because I am the way I am, I focussed on the wrong thing and ended up waiting too long to find a place. Ended up staying a month with a friend with my shit in storage. With that I ended up subletting a place for six months just so I wouldn't have to think about or go through the process of finding a place to live. So I moved to Albany park.
Albany park has been pretty uneventful. The commute sucks, the stores are god awful, people ride their bikes all up on the sidewalk. And there isn't shit to do over there. So I'm moving again.
I spent the last week or so looking at places when I walked into one and within about two seconds of seeing it said, I'll take it, right now." Left the place and went down to the leasing office and filled out the application and got approved. Gods honest truth....I haven't even seen the bathroom. I didn't even bother to check it out. It might not even have one. That's how nice it was.
So right now I'm sitting at a Starbucks down the street waiting for my lease to be finished typing up. And then in two weeks I'll move again. Back where I belong.
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