My friend Isabel has been staying with me temporarily until she gets settled in the area. She started out as my housesitter (well, apartmentsitter/bunnysitter) while I was gone this summer, and when I came back it just became convenient for her to stick around. She got a job at the local bookstore and now she's looking for a place to live.
The thing is, it's been kind of nice having her around. She's good company and one of the easiest people to live with that I've ever known. So we have kind of sort of been toying with the idea of finding a place to live together.
I checked out Craigslist and found that anything with 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms is well into the $2000's per month. Reduce it to 3 bd/1 bth and it's marginally less, but still not affordable for our means.
Today, there was this little place that put up a rent sign that was right across the street from her work, so we went to check it out. It was more than amazing, it was uber-cute. It didn't look like much from the front but inside was a little 2-bedroom place with a studio attached out back. We got all giggly and excited thinking this was "our" place.
The bad news: $1400 for the 2-bedroom; $900 for the studio; $3000 if you want to rent the whole place together.
So that was the proverbial that. Isabel observed, "It's kind of like falling in love with a man: We always fall in love with the potential." Ain't it the truth.
We didn't stay down for long. We went to go see our friend Bruce play his guitar with a band in Felton. Had a beer, listened to some good music--funny how troubles slip away.
But what troubles me is that there are actually people out there who can watch $3000 of their money slip out the door every month for a rental.
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