There were only 6 apartments within 20 miles of my work that would accept my furry family and were within my price range (the combination was lethal). As I mentioned in my 3/31 blog, 2 complexes turned me down straight away. Since then, I found out that option #3 wouldn't take Nonni because she was 3! lbs over their limit. Out of the remaining 3 choices, one wasn't going to be available until June! That narrowed it down to 2.
Out of those 2, one wanted an $800 pet deposit plus a $300 move-in deposit (and of course the 1st months rent would also be payable at move in), AND only $500 of the $1100 would be eligible for refund whenever I moved out! I laughed. If I had THAT kind of money, I wouldn't be moving into a $400-$500 apartment. In fact, I wouldn't be moving into an apartment at all! Me and my babies would be moving into our RV!
So, that left "an" apartment. There are some great things about the place I found, and I share them with you below, but first I have to address something that keeps coming up.
I have been blasted by more than a few for insisting on keeping my furry family when I can't afford "proper housing" for them. It doesn't seem to matter to these people that not too long ago I had a 3-2-2 house on a corner lot with a huge back yard. It's not like I acquired my babies while living in a tiny apartment. I know I no longer have that house or that backyard or a high-paying job or a new car every year or even my husband for that matter. What I do have is excellent health (Thank You, God!), a great job that offers benefits and 3 absolutely incredibly fantastic furry babies. I am blessed. I know that I am taking 3 animals to a small apartment. I get it. But give up my babies? Especially after all we've been through together? Never!
So I guess these same people are not going to happy at all when I tell them the not so positive things about THE apartment....
The units are painted fluorescent orange and bright lemon yellow. The cashier at the convenience store next door is in a glass booth, surrounded by metal bars. I won't even begin to talk about the staggering clientele that come out of the "outpost" bar next to the caged store. And my confidence level certainly wasn't bolstered when I went after work to give them my deposit, and saw what undoubtedly was a drug deal taking place in the parking lot. By now, you probably think I'm crazy, I assure you I am not. You'll see why when you read the many good things listed below.
What I am is determined to make this downward spiral stop. It has been a roller coaster ride and I need the dust to settle. I have got to get stable and I have got to get back on my feet financially. It will take awhile to get caught up, and get things turned around. Then I can really start making some headway toward getting my RV one day. I am tenacious if nothing else. I have my health and my furry babies. Life is good. All is well.
From that context, let me tell you the good things about our next home:
- It is only 2.1 miles from work. If Betsy (my '93 Buick with burgundy velour seats) breaks down, I can still make it to work. Very important.
- It is only 2.7 miles away from a leash free dog park. Yippee! We went there today. Nonni is very polite and does her best to give me a good picture but she wants to go play! Bentley poses but says, "Mom, this rock is really high!" And Delilah, their new friend who kept playing queen of the hill, says, "It's about time you took my picture!"
- The management at this complex rocks! The complex has been under new management for about 3 months now. I have complete confidence in this team. Here's a picture of Tammie and Danielle - they are uber fantastic and I am looking forward to getting to know them better. They were in the office today giving out Easter baskets to all the kids. It was all so adorable and the kids were so excited. And of course, Nonni and Bentley were a big hit with the kiddos.
- When this place says "pet friendly" they really mean it. Before we left, Danielle even gave Nonni & Bentley treats that they keep right there in the office! Needless to say, even though not having their backyard and doggy door will be an adjustment, the dogs are going to love living here. That makes me happy in and of itself. They have been such troopers through all of this, and their sweet love got me through a lot of hard days.
- It's not an RV but I am proud to report that I will have a full one-bedroom apartment. Remember the other one that wanted $1100 in deposits? It was only an efficiency! I am going to use the living room for my office and will be able to set it up for All Things Photo and my upcoming Etsy Store for scrapbook crafts, "RVScrapper". (<-- How cool is that name?!?) My plan is to not take anything with me that won't eventually transfer to my RV. (And it occurs to me that it may be good to have some time to establish my businesses before moving into an RV. This way I can get streamlining and downsizing down to the finest, minute detail. When the time comes I will know exactly what I need.)
- The living room has hardwood floors - perfect for scrapbooking and crafts, and the babies.
- It is a bottom floor, which again is convenient with the dogs.
- It may be bright orange and yellow, but it's kind of festive, and it's just paint, right? The grounds are well kept and there's no trash, junk, etc.
- Betsy won't have a garage anymore but she'll fit right in here. I won't have to worry about her getting stolen, and I'll just have to take the time to keep her clean and waxed. It will give me a chance to build up my wax on, wax off muscles for polishing an RV one day. ;)
- THE apartment is on the back side, away from the parking lot. It's on a corner next to a greenbelt of sorts, and has a humongous oak tree outside my window. The sidewalk ends before you get to my windows so I should have very little traffic. For those of you who know me well enough by now, you know all of that is a very good combination for me.
- I can see myself writing in this apartment. In fact, I almost listed this benefit first. If the outside environment is too loud, I can always use earplugs but THE apartment itself is conducive to writing. I couldn't say that about the other apartments. Far better writers than I ever hope to be started their careers in far more humble abodes. Life is good. All is well.
POSTSCRIPT:I was devastated, mortified and terrified when I found out that I was going to have to move. My 3/31 post (here) sounded alarming because I was alarmed. It took me forever to find this duplex that we currently live in. NO one two years ago wanted to rent to me and my babies. Richard, my landlord, took a chance on us, and it has been a blessing to live here. It was a nice transition in going from a large home to a small apartment. Moving to Dallas two years ago was a leap of faith, and once again, God has taken care of me every step of the way, albeit one step at a time, but the path has always been illuminated. One of my good friends kept telling me to "Trust!" I need to get better at that.
Thank you wonderful readers for being so supportive. After all