On tenterhooks
Today I am sending an application for an apartment I looked at on Sunday. I'm dying. It is a beautiful apartment with three bedrooms, bay windows in all three bedrooms plus the living room, has a dishwasher, and all the rooms are nice and large. Plus the rent is an incredible deal. It has one of those "baby rooms" that is adjoining the parent's room, with a second door from the baby's room to the kitchen area (I think).
I was the first to look at it, but apparently there is another interested couple who are applying, I guess. I wanted to send the application yesterday, but all the stupid mailboxes around here (even at these gargantuan postal facilities) don't pick up after 5 or 6 pm. Is that stupid or what?
I'm nervous because I just love it so much. When I decided I wanted to move into Chicago proper, I thought I would have to make a bunch of concessions; living in a really ugly place, or a really tiny place, or a really expensive place, or a really dangerous place. There are families around there, so it makes me feel it's a safe place. That actual street feels almost suburban; the street is quiet and there are trees lining the whole thing. In fact, the deck overlooks a 90 acre park that is separated from the building only by an alley and a fence! I now realize that I like the kind of intimate feel and character that a place like that has more than the brand-new, sterile feel of a newer apartment complex.
I've had a hard time sleeping the last couple nights, I'm so interested in this place!
If anyone still reads this near-abandoned journal, please keep your fingers crossed!!
I was the first to look at it, but apparently there is another interested couple who are applying, I guess. I wanted to send the application yesterday, but all the stupid mailboxes around here (even at these gargantuan postal facilities) don't pick up after 5 or 6 pm. Is that stupid or what?
I'm nervous because I just love it so much. When I decided I wanted to move into Chicago proper, I thought I would have to make a bunch of concessions; living in a really ugly place, or a really tiny place, or a really expensive place, or a really dangerous place. There are families around there, so it makes me feel it's a safe place. That actual street feels almost suburban; the street is quiet and there are trees lining the whole thing. In fact, the deck overlooks a 90 acre park that is separated from the building only by an alley and a fence! I now realize that I like the kind of intimate feel and character that a place like that has more than the brand-new, sterile feel of a newer apartment complex.
I've had a hard time sleeping the last couple nights, I'm so interested in this place!
If anyone still reads this near-abandoned journal, please keep your fingers crossed!!