I have spent a good portion of my spare time over the past couple weeks looking for a new place to live. My lease is up soon and since we all know how I feel about my current apartment (that is, I do NOT ♥ it) so I have been looking around for a place to live. I’m thinking about moving into a small single-family home but apparently shotgun houses* are the thing in New Orleans. Bah. And they have no closet space because apparently property tax or some damn thing used to be assessed based on closet space. I mean, I guess I see the rationale here. Obvi if you have a need for more closet space, it’s because you have more clothes and clearly having a lot of clothes back in the day makes you rich. I mean, I get it. But today? Not so helpful.
I have scoured craigslist and nola.com for possible rentals, toured houses that smell like feet and come to the realization that people on craigslist are very good at taking pictures to make the house look really good when in actuality it’s in a crappy neighborhood. What will probably end up happening is me moving apartments, which isn’t bad. In fact, it’s probably the responsible thing to do because it will most likely be a bit cheaper and I would be saving money.
It’s just frustrating. And stressful. And I’m starting a new job Thursday. Did I mention that? Yea, the other job…the one I moved more than halfway across the country to take, commonly referred to as my “dream job”? Yea. Not so much. I’d be happy to share the long version of the story with anyone who asks but it will require a few many adult beverages so be prepared. Fair warning.
But I’m excited at the prospect of starting anew and having some autonomy when it comes to my accounts so I’m hoping things will work out and I will start to feel a bit more settled. Of course, having a house/place to live set up would also probably help that feeling.
More to come on that front, I’m sure….
*Shotgun houses consist of three to five rooms in a row with no hallways. The term “shotgun house,” which was in use by 1903 but became more common after about 1940, is often said to come from the saying that one could fire a shotgun through the front door and the pellets would fly cleanly through the house and out the back door (since all the doors are on the same side of the house).– thank you Wikipedia.*