I'm beginning to rethink the animal kingdom hierarchy I learned in high school biology.
You know, humans above non-human primates, moving down to other mammals, with microscopic dung-balling insects at the bottom.
Well, in my reorganization, landlords in this city are even further down the hierarchy than the dung denizens.
I tried to greet our re-re-entry into the rental market (after flaky-almost-landlady decided to sell our perfect apartment mere days after telling us we could rent it) with a sense of optimism. After all, the month is just beginning!
After a wasted Sunday spent wandering for hours, alternatively in sopping boots or crammed into an open house in an apartment described as "roomy" but really better described in apartment ad speak as "cozy" (which really means sardine can), my optimism feels a little in the puddles right now.
It's hard to conceive of the fact that when I rented my first apartment, only seven years ago, I got a large suite for a third of the price I can now afford-- yet I'm hard pressed to find a place even as nice as the first one! It all is a little dejecting that we are in the best financial shape of our lives, yet we can't seem to improve our living situation. For instance, we looked at an apartment that was easily the same size as my little garden suite, with a kitchen that two people couldn't even stand in at once, for $500 more a month. Am I outrageous for thinking that paying in the quadruple digits a month should include a lack of mold or water damage and something other than that ubiquitous threadbare beige carpet?
Even worse is how quickly the decent places get scooped up. There's is literally no time to consider. Three of the four places we looked today were open houses with many other people floating around, with each trying to outshine the others. When 23-year old hipster girls are flirting with a 60-something landlord, it's time to check out. Not to mention how landlords give you the apparently "first" available showing time, only to rent it out before then. Or the one who managed to rent it out in the two hours I was in a meeting after I had gotten in contact with them!
And I've mentioned the frustration of navigating through apartment rental ads to begin with...
Honestly, we may just put some stuff in storage and move the Duke into my suite until we find something worthwhile. It is better than putting $500 more a month into some jerk's pocket to move into the same apartment somewhere else. I'm just feeling grumpy that despite looking professional and financially secure on paper, it feels like the city wants to keep me at 18.