Growing up, I lived in the same town from the time I was born right through high school. We moved from a small cape house into my parent’s current house when I was about 5 years old. I was young enough when we moved that I don’t remember much about that process, and I am certain, I wasn’t much help to my parents during it.
After graduating college, I moved to Boston and got to experience the fun of searching for an apartment. The process didn’t take too long and I liked adventuring to different areas of the city. I lived in the same apartment for two years before moving to NYC.
When I moved to the “big apple” I tried to convince Abby that would could find a better apartment than the one she had been living in. Boy was I wrong! After looking at 4-5 places that were smaller than the bathroom I had in Boston, I decided that her place, although old and very far north, was the best we could do on our limited budget. Obviously, we had a great time living together – it didn’t matter where the apartment was or what it looked like.
After moving out, Matt and I were lucky enough to find our current apartment right away. It was a newly constructed building and we got a great deal since construction wasn’t totally complete when we moved in. Although Matt was almost taken to small claims court because he refused to pay our broker the “fee” (yes, he is THAT stubborn), it was a great move. We have now been there for just over a year and just renewed our lease for another year.
While I would love to buy our own place, and put some of skill to use that I have learned from watching hours and hours of HGTV, it isn’t very realistic since the average place of an apartment in New York City is more than 1.6 million dollars. so until that time I will watch House Hunters, My First Place and Property Virgins on HGTV. At least then, when the time comes for Matt and I to buy a place, I will be fully prepared!
I posted last week that Abby got a new job that will require her to move to Virgina. The area that she will be moving to doesn’t have a lot of places to rent, as it is fairly residential. This means the she will be in the market for a new house. We spend part of day looking online at places online. I found one that I immediately fell in love with: two bedrooms, two bathrooms, newly renovated, a back deck, multiple skylights, a fireplace, and a white picket fence!
Without even seeing the place in person, I was sold. I sent the link to Abby and she shared in my excitement. Unfortunately, after reading the fine print, she informed me that my dream house was in an “active living” community for adults 55+.
Hmmm, maybe I should spend more time watching HGTV to better hone my house hunting skills. Or maybe I should just stop having the same taste as senior citizens.