Better luck next time...

Going to look at the apartment this weekend was a disaster. I’ve never driven to Hoboken before so I was a little nervous. Plus I am one of the few people left that doesn’t own a GPS. It was Mapquest all the way for me. Needless to say, I got lost. Really really lost.

I was fine until I was right near the city. I missed the street I was supposed to turn onto, so I figured I would turn down the next one, make a few right turns and be back on track. But then the street was a one way, so I went down and tried to turn and before I knew it I was in Jersey City. That’s when I really started to panic. I was really out of the way now, and I just kept driving aimlessly hoping to see SOMETHING that would get me back on track.

I called my mom, she grew up in Jersey City and knows the area really well, but of course she doesn’t answer the phone. I should also backtrack here, I told my mom I was going to look at a place that morning and she got really upset with me. Like crying hysterical upset, which I’m assuming is why she refused to pick up the phone when I called.

Finally I saw a group of woman who were soo helpful and was able to give me CLEAR directions that lead me back to where I should go. (BTW don’t you hate when people give you ridiculous direction that only makes sense to them? While you are sitting there shaking your head like you understand…)

I called the girl whose apartment I was seeing and she FREAKED out on me for being so late. It’s not like I was planning on being late. Apparently she had to go to work that day and had a million things to do before hand. Well, if you had work then why didn’t we set up the appointment for earlier that day??? Also, as I said before, I wasn’t planning on getting lost. She should have been a little more understanding…

I finally get there and the apartment is not that great. It’s actually a nice size place considering the area but it was REALLY dark inside and my room didn’t have a closet. I would have to use one in the kitchen. I wasn’t too crazy about that idea. The place really wasn’t bad, but I didn’t feel like it was right for me. I didn’t feel very comfortable there, not a homey inviting atmosphere. Also the girl who would have been my roommate couldn’t get me to leave fast enough. I was there a grand total of five minutes.

Defiantly not a match made in heaven. It also gave a big realization that I would be spending a ton of money to live in a tiny apartment. I’m not sure if I am ready for that yet. I will continue to look at ads for apartments but I am in no rush to move yet. If I am going to spend so much money I want to absolutely love the place. Also it wouldn’t hurt for me to save up more money.

Maybe I’ll have better luck next time. Or maybe I can save up enough to buy a house in the next few years…