the house hunt
Ok.. (why do I always start with ok?)
So Im going a little stir crazy.. Where Im living right now.. I love it... Its a weird transition from what I had before.. I went from a condo that could have been a house on its own to one small bed room in a house that is pretty tiny..
Don't get me wrong, I love it.. I made it mine.. painted, made it all pretty.. Its in a neighborhood that I love sooo much.. not to many down falls.. only gripes... way way too small.. maybe half of me could live here... one of my roomies gets on my nerves.. wayyyyy bad.. sometimes I want to smack him.. His cat.. urrrgg... she won't shut up.. and he tends to just be rude to me.. if Im watching something, leave your comments to yourself will ya? and come on, bills come at the same time every month.. nothing has changed! The other roomy, love him.. really love him.. just sometimes, I feel like Im walking on pins and needles.. He gets soo frustrated at the smallest dust ball.. I can't leave any of my stuff downstairs anywhere, or it gets "cleaned" up, and takes me forever to find.. Its a lil annoying.. my book case is mine.. I like it with a lil bit of clutter.. but he can't stand it.. I had to beg just to leave a pair of shoes downstairs incase of emergency... thats a big thing with me... I lived in a place for 3 years where shoes didn't pass the door... and now, I can't even have one there.. and when I was younger, there was a bad fire at my parents and we had to evacuate into the street.. I cut my foot really bad because I couldnt find any shoes.. and then, a few years later, an earthquake and same thing, I got a tack in my foot.. and ended up spraining my ankle..
Another issue is Kindrick... I love that boy sooo much.. but I don't feel like he has enough room here.. Moving him in isn't really an option, because there just isn't enough space... I want him to feel at home too.. We are almost always together and having seperate living space is just kinda silly at this point..
So.. all of this brings me to, where the fuck do I go????
#1- bidding war up the street at my dream house.. I love this place.. Its kitchen is hideous but the rest is just so wonderful.. Its a lil expensive, but If I find people to rent upstairs, its perfect.. come on, a queen anne style.. soooo amazing.. now, Im just waiting to hear from the realator again.. Im not sure if im gonna get it now becuase Ive had this guy up in arms for over a month.. and there are people willing to pay more.. grrr.
#2- resorting to using my god father.. He owns a lot of property in LA.. and he is also a realator.. He has offered to help me find a home to buy or to rent.. I know I could buy a place right now.. especially with the market how it is.. and with part of my inheritance from one side coming again soon (its been given to me in incraments.. Better that way.. ).. I have a pretty good chunk of down payment.. but I feel like I should wait till Im an RN atleast and know that I can make my morgage on my own without my parents..
So, back to renting.. Los Angeles is crazy!! rent is just as much as morgage... how stupid is that? but Ill try.. I have to find something by this summer though or I think Im gonna burst...
So Im going a little stir crazy.. Where Im living right now.. I love it... Its a weird transition from what I had before.. I went from a condo that could have been a house on its own to one small bed room in a house that is pretty tiny..
Don't get me wrong, I love it.. I made it mine.. painted, made it all pretty.. Its in a neighborhood that I love sooo much.. not to many down falls.. only gripes... way way too small.. maybe half of me could live here... one of my roomies gets on my nerves.. wayyyyy bad.. sometimes I want to smack him.. His cat.. urrrgg... she won't shut up.. and he tends to just be rude to me.. if Im watching something, leave your comments to yourself will ya? and come on, bills come at the same time every month.. nothing has changed! The other roomy, love him.. really love him.. just sometimes, I feel like Im walking on pins and needles.. He gets soo frustrated at the smallest dust ball.. I can't leave any of my stuff downstairs anywhere, or it gets "cleaned" up, and takes me forever to find.. Its a lil annoying.. my book case is mine.. I like it with a lil bit of clutter.. but he can't stand it.. I had to beg just to leave a pair of shoes downstairs incase of emergency... thats a big thing with me... I lived in a place for 3 years where shoes didn't pass the door... and now, I can't even have one there.. and when I was younger, there was a bad fire at my parents and we had to evacuate into the street.. I cut my foot really bad because I couldnt find any shoes.. and then, a few years later, an earthquake and same thing, I got a tack in my foot.. and ended up spraining my ankle..
Another issue is Kindrick... I love that boy sooo much.. but I don't feel like he has enough room here.. Moving him in isn't really an option, because there just isn't enough space... I want him to feel at home too.. We are almost always together and having seperate living space is just kinda silly at this point..
So.. all of this brings me to, where the fuck do I go????
#1- bidding war up the street at my dream house.. I love this place.. Its kitchen is hideous but the rest is just so wonderful.. Its a lil expensive, but If I find people to rent upstairs, its perfect.. come on, a queen anne style.. soooo amazing.. now, Im just waiting to hear from the realator again.. Im not sure if im gonna get it now becuase Ive had this guy up in arms for over a month.. and there are people willing to pay more.. grrr.
#2- resorting to using my god father.. He owns a lot of property in LA.. and he is also a realator.. He has offered to help me find a home to buy or to rent.. I know I could buy a place right now.. especially with the market how it is.. and with part of my inheritance from one side coming again soon (its been given to me in incraments.. Better that way.. ).. I have a pretty good chunk of down payment.. but I feel like I should wait till Im an RN atleast and know that I can make my morgage on my own without my parents..
So, back to renting.. Los Angeles is crazy!! rent is just as much as morgage... how stupid is that? but Ill try.. I have to find something by this summer though or I think Im gonna burst...