We had been enjoying a series of relaxing, hike-centric weekends. Three weekends ago we did an 11 mile loop through Big Basin Redwoods, and a week later we did a steep 7 miles out near Pacifica. The weather was really nice and we were fortunate to have the free time to get out there and breathe fresh air.
Then it was time to get serious about the move. Following in our usual nomadic trends, we decided to pack it up and move on to yet another apartment. This will be my fifth in as many years. It might also be my first with a dishwasher in quite some time so to that, let me just say, whoo-hoo.
But first we had to find the place, and man, I’d forgotten how much I hate apartment shopping. Either it was too expensive, or too crappy, or wouldn’t take cats, or was too far away from transportation, or stood us up for our appointment, or was rented before the open house even started.
Only by driving through various acceptable neighborhoods and writing down every for-rent phone number we saw were we able to get the ball rolling on a place which might suit us. With any luck we’ll be all squared away on Saturday. I’m keeping my fingers crossed until then.