Searching for the perfect... place to live

Is like dating and trying to find your prince charming. You go through so many bad dates, until... you lose hope.. and then you're surprised bu what you can find.

I have spend the better part of a week and half looking for a place to live as I am being kicked out of residence Friday morning. A nearly two month stay in a clean, large well furnished place, with a good view, free internet and tv has spoilt me beyond belief. I can't imagine ever moving back into the apartments/houses I lived in while a student at Queen's! I even had a weekly maid service and access to an extra bedroom. It's been great.
Mind you looking for a furnished apartment in the downtown core, that is walking distance from the gallery and that won't suck all my well earned money away... well that is ... Remarkably depressing. Most short term rentals of furnished apartments are of ridiculously smelly/ugly/non lit/out of the way/out of my price range. I have nearly cried on a few occassions. It was that bad. I almost threw a phone at a woman in frustration when her place was fully booked (it was too expensive but seemed ok). I even attempted looking into apartment hotels, which are OK, but way too expensive and sometimes they only had smoking rooms left. I was left, until yesterday, thinking there was no hope for finding acceptable accomodation. Or that I would live with friends of the family, which is ok, but I enjoy my alone time. Not to say that I like to be isolated, but I need time away from the world as to allow my mind to destress, and to do nothing. And watch TV sitting in my underwear and sleep naked and not be afraid that anyone will walk in on me spead eagle.

Yesterday, I frantically phoned all of the posted ads for "rooms to rent" and "furnished apartments/condos". Like before, many people hung up on me when I said I wanted to move in the next day, that I needed a fully furnished place and could only confirm staying until the end of September. That is, until two people said it was a possibility. One of the properties sounded like a dream come true - a condo in the downtown centre, with everything I wanted, a full kitchen, double bed, small living room... I thought there had to be something wrong with it. And all for an affordable price tag. Oh, and it's right in the Byward Market.

My dear friend Jamie (girl) came with me for "emotional support" as she had seen me the day before almost strangle a woman and throw a telephone at her in renter's rage. But once we walked into this place, we just starred at each other in amazement. It's that nice - even has a view! I had found my condo equivalent of a prince charming. I never knew that either were possible. Perhaps I was a little eager as after ebing shown the place I said " Yeah.. so I'm taking it" rather abruptly.

In a very strange way it gave me hope that I could possibly find a boyfriend version of this apartment - ideal, convenient, avaliable (in this case emotionally! ahaha), everything I wanted and more.

Hahahaha. Who am I kidding? Renter's heaven and a perfect boyfriend - that'll never happen at the same time!