We (my boyfriend and I) spent four days seeing all sorts of apartments, neighbourhoods, condos, etc., cabbing from place to place and hoping to find that perfect spot we could call home. Truth is, in a lot of case that perfect place simply doesn't exist - especially on a budget.
Calgary is what I like to call a litte-big city. It is geographically not that large nor extremly populated but the layout is good and all the amenitites of living in a downtown are there. I think I will really enjoy living in the city...when I find a place to actually live.
We did actually find a place we thought would suit our needs, not perfect but certainly doable. So we sort out our references, employment letters, deposit cheques, etc., only to call the landlord and find out that the current tennant no longer wishes to vacate. This is the news I receive about two hours before boarding a plane to return home.
August first, they say. August first we will know for sure what is available come September. I certainly didn't want to be back here empty handed (void of living arrangements) but of course this is where I am. So come August first I hear back from the landlord in regards to the final decision and if the current tenant does in fact stay - then it is back to the drawing board for me.
Everything happens for a reason, right? I am forced to subscribe to that notion at this point. What else is a girl to do? I have to believe it will all work out in the end, otherwise it will stress me out to no end.
The important thing is that my boyfriend is just as excited about living together as I am. Whilst looking and deciding on places, when asked "Where do you want to live?" his simple answer was, "with you". That's how I know it will all be ok.
In life we often stress and fuss over things that are superficial and relativly trivial. Does this place have in-suite laundry? Which direction do the windows face? How far to the nearest bus stop? When all we should be asking is ' Will I be happy here?' The answer to that is the pinnacle of any moving decision though, isn't it? That and how big the closet is....As long as I am with the person that makes me the most happy - I'll be ok.
Granite couonter tops, a deep soaker tub and a walk-in closet couldn't hurt though... In great shoes.
Today, a pair of Spring leopard stacked heels.
