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Breathe in, breathe out

You know how when things are going perfectly and are happy and that can never last?


Something unplanned, super annoying, super stressful, and super awful comes in.

It’s like a curse. The happiness curse. Bridget Jones said it best (cleverly updating Jane Austen):

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.”

I hate that.

I’m having some crazy apartment-related (unplanned) problems. I could blog about them, but it would take more of a post and really isn’t of the funny at all.  Just some people are jerks.  And sometimes bad things happen and you can’t do anything about it. And it’s all still way better than the worst apartment-related story I’ve ever had. (I’ll have to tell y’all about that one… One of the scariest moments of my life, but so bizarre it’s almost funny in hind-sight.) I’ve got to stay breathing, stay positive, and hope that things work out. I love where I live and had no intention of apartment shopping or moving, but will have to go with the flow and trust that things will work out in the end.  They always do.

So I’m unexpectedly going to spend the next few weeks apartment/condo rental shopping, praying that my landlord (whom I’ve talked to only twice in two years) decides not to be a poop-head and changes his mind to let me stay, and trying to improve my budget and save money.  (Moving is expensive–and not something I’d been saving for. Alas! It is not fair… Homes are sooo not designed for the single girl!)

My mandatory new apartment/condo/house must-haves (if I do have to move):

  • Washer & Dryer in the Unit (I had some spooky stories about ones in the basement of buildings/outside!)
  • Designated parking spot, preferably covered
  • Room for me to do YOGA
  • Dishwasher 
  • Safe walking area to the water and downtown
  • Not ridiculously expensive

 What do you look for in an apartment? How do you cope with unplanned stress?

And just because I was seeming super stressed about this whole thing. (Do I find a roommate? Get a part-time job to afford to move? Sell clothes? What?) I decided to listen to Bob Marley this morning.

Every little thing, gonna be alright.


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