Caterwauling

Sunset on the Intracoastal

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So, OK, I got some encouragement to grab life by the balls. So I spent several hours at my friend’s condo complex today, touring apartments and otherwise losing my mind.

But in a good way, if you can believe it.

I took the Over-Extended Houseguest with me. We toured apartments for me and I basically showed her the studio apartment that’s going to be ALL HERS.

I mean, it’s not gorgeous, but it ain’t Shady Pines, yo.

As for me, I had my heart set on this GORGEOUS corner unit. Very private, very high in the sky (for this building, anyway). My bedroom has a stunning view of the Atlantic Ocean. I mean, it’s top fucking notch.

But …

The unit smells a little funny. It’s lovely otherwise. The Roman tub and wraparound balcony had me at hello. Or, at “O HAI.” Whichever. 😉

But then …

They showed me a couple of penthouse apartments. And I was in lurrrve.

See, the best penthouse was actually lower in my price range (my price range is twice as much as I was paying in D.C. *faint*). But that would mean keeping the OEH so I could get the world’s most-gorgeous view.

Fuck that. Seriously, I will sacrifice more money and beauty, but no more skimping on sanity. No fucking way.

But there was a tiny penthouse — about 1,000 square feet for a 2BR/2BA. The unit I wanted downstairs was about 1,300 square feet and $100 less. BUT … THE VIEWS.

*happy sigh*

Now, the catch was to get approved. Because my credit score sucks and all.

But not only did I get APPROVED for a motherfucking PENTHOUSE, but I don’t have to pay any weird triple deposits like I did at this shithole I’m in now.

God is good. Nay, God is GREAT. I don’t mean to sound like one of those turds who praise Jesus when they win an MTV Music Award, but seriously, it is by the grace of God that I could get my shit together to go look at apartments, let alone GET APPROVED FOR A PENTHOUSE.

The OEH and I will be five floors apart. In a lovely building on a freaking peninsula that overlooks EVERYTHING.

Sure, I’ll give her a key to my place. Sigh. But to come home to my own space? Priceless.

And did I mention the private beach to which only residents get a key? Chairs and umbrellas provided courtesy of the management?

Seriously, last week I wanted to die. Today, I’m getting ready to LIVE.

I’m holding two apartments for me though — the smelly big one with the rockin’ tub and the twee penthouse with far less privacy outside (HUGE balcony, though) with the brand-new stainless-steel appliances. Shitty twee tub but did I mention the VIEW?!?!

Lots to think about this weekend. Like whether to write “So Long, Farewell” on my bare ass when I go tell my current apartment management to sit and spin, or whether to suck dick at Comcast and the electric company since I’ll have to pay for two sets of utilities.

And THOSE are GREAT problems to have!!!

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