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March 22, 2000
Happy, but nervous.
I'm very paranoid today. I'm afraid of jinxing myself.
We found a fantastic apartment yesterday. It's beautiful. It looks like the "after" segment of one of those HGTV shows. It's in a nice, quiet neighborhood in Chelsea, we can keep the cat, and the landlord is a dream. It's five rooms -- two bedrooms -- the first floor of a beautiful Victorian-style house. The landlord obviously loves his house, and takes good care of it. There are flower beds all around it, and a big back yard.
The landlord lives on the second floor -- he has three cats and a yellow lab, so I liked him right away. The woman who lives on the third floor designs costumes for the Boston Ballet, and has a Dalmation.
The price is right, and the landlord offered us a deal on the security deposit -- half a months rent, paid in four installments if we want. There's no washer-dryer hookups, but he offered to put some in in the near future.
While I was wandering around the apartment last night (with little pink cartoon hearts swirling above my head, I'm sure) I overheard the landlord telling the rental agent that we are exactly the type of tenants he wants, and he really would like to rent the place to us.
I'm smitten. Poor Barry -- I have fallen in love with an apartment. He is more hesitant than I am -- he says we shouldn't jump at the first place we see. I say, if it's perfect, why wait? We won't find better, I'm positive of that. I followed him around all last night giving him the eye until he finally laughed, threw his hands in the air and said "Fine! We'll take it!"
I'm putting the deposit on it tonight after work. Then the rental agent will do a token credit check (it's a seedy place -- I don't think they dig too deep, and our credit is good anyway) and a reference check. And then, hopefully, we'll be all set. We would be able to move on May 1.
The street the apartment is on has a block party with a full fireworks show every Fourth of July. Sigh...
So yeah, I'm happy, but very nervous too. My credit's good, I know -- the only debt I have is school loans, and I don't think they check that kind of thing. Even if they do, I've never been late with a payment. Barry's credit is spotless. The rent would be higher, but we can afford it. We'll have very little spending money, but we can handle it.
Posted by Mary Ellen at March 22, 2000 12:39 PM