Ah, yes. Apartment hunting. I have been apartment hunting a grand total of 5 times:

  1. Moving out of the dorms in college
  2. Choosing a new apartment during college my senior year
  3. Leaving my sister’s townhouse in Northern Va. to live with my future ex-wife
  4. Finding a larger apartment with my future ex-wife
  5. Weird time after I sold my house during the divorce and I needed someplace for me and my dog Farley

That’s it. I’ve moved to other places – condos, townhouses and single-family homes. However, the act of actually hunting down an apartment has never really been one of my most favorite things and here I am looking at layouts, communities and ammenities online. Meh. Now I remember why I enjoy owning a home.

What’s worse is that I have no idea which apartment community I want to live in. Let’s get things straight the first time: I’m snooty. I may not seem like it, but I like living the pampered, affluent lifestyle. A washer and drying in my apartment is a luxury that I can’t be without. I hate community laundry rooms. I hate laundrymats. I want to wash my clothes and not worry about someone stealing my favorite pair of boxer shorts from my dryer while I left it unsupervised in order to stop by the 7-11 to get a Super Big Gulp and a Snickers bar.

I have no idea how long I’m going to be in this apartment. I’m guessing possibly 6 months or so or longer. It all depends on how long it takes a house to be built.

By the way, did I mention that I got a new job and that I’m definitely moving?