I thought it would be fun. The universe told me to come here. I followed every sign that led me to Columbus. I was clearly putting out job/career vibes to the universe. Every part of the new job (in the three days I’ve had it) is awesome. We’ll talk about that later.
Perhaps if I had spent as much time day dreaming about the perfect place to live as I had the perfect job, I would not be in this 6th level of hell that is apartment hunting in Columbus, OH. Who knew it had one of the hottest rental markets this side of New York City?!
It all starts on Memorial Day, aka, my first trip to Columbus ever. I assume I’ll check out a few places and find something. The weekend before it started – folks canceling appointments because a place had rented, not having availability at places I wanted to look at…all of a sudden there was pressure. I was moving here. No doubt. I started a job in a week. I wigged out and took the first place that hadn’t already been claimed. (Well, I took the 2nd place that hadn’t already been claimed – the first one D walked 10 feet into and decided I couldn’t live there. The neighborhood is still “transitional”. Which I kind of like. Perhaps, not so safe.) In retrospect, I wish I had just spent those first two days in Columbus exploring with no pressure. I wish I would have plotted a route that took us through the neighborhoods, walked around, made a progressive food plan (breakfast in one neighborhood, lunch in another, cupcake in another, drink in another, and end with dinner somewhere). Doesn’t that sound like a lovely way to get to know a city? I regret that was not my plan. Instead I got all stressed and panicked.
Once calm returned to me back in St. Louis during my couple of days to pack, I realized the place I applied was not the best choice – primarily due to timing. It’s not ready until August 1. It’s June 5. Temp housing is expensive, yo. I need it sooner. So…I decide to pass and keep looking. I find a neighborhood that feels great to me – Clintonville. I find a house. Four hours before I’m supposed to see it – rented. I find another house – after I’ve applied, seen it, fallen in love with it – they tell me they really don’t want a cat in the house. (That one really left me heartbroken – there was a movie room in the basement!!) And PS, owner – my cat is way less mess than the toddlers the current tenants have in your house right now.
So, last night around 11:30pm, when I get the email telling me that the cats are a deal breaker to this woman who has been emailing me for three days now (she didn’t think to tell me this until AFTER I’d see the house and fallen in love with it and the area?!) I give myself a good talking to.
“Self,” I say, “you’re going to have to settle.”
There are some things I know I don’t want: I don’t want it to be a really long drive to work. And when I say long, I generally mean anything around 30 minutes. I really hate to drive in traffic and such. I also didn’t want an apartment complex. I believe I referred to the one I did look at as “soulless”. It’s time to pick the lesser of the two evils. There’s a nice townhouse in a nice residential area very close to a great running/biking trail that is far from work. OR, there is a pretty well maintained complex, slightly closer to work. With complex, I get a pool and a 24 hour work out facility. With complex, there are maintenance people and no yard. So, I’m leaning towards complex. I’m heading to see it tomorrow at lunch. It’s available June 13. The town house is available now. Timewise, about the same, since I’ll be out of town this weekend. Price wise, they are about the same. It’s time to decide on the lesser of two evils.
The suck-y part is, I like Columbus. Which means I want to live in these vibrant, awesome neighborhoods. I want to support local business and walk the community. I’m kind of buggin’ that I’ll be stuck on the outskirts of town with either place, really.
But, that’s not really what this year is about, right? It’s about the career, the experience. It’s about paying off the credit card and finally contributing grown up amounts to the retirement plan. It’s about getting my PROSCI Change Management certification and going to visit the boyfriend on the weekends now that we’re finally in the same state. I can become a hip and fun city dweller next year at the ripe old age of 34.
That’s not too late, right?
Above all, I just want to stop lurking on Craigslist. I’m so over Craigslist.