The Adnostic

I hate moving. I really, really, really hate moving. But, I despise commuting, so moving it is and may Craig's List be my faithful guide.

If I were just looking for a place to live, it would be easy. All I would have to do is find a reasonably priced, well maintained vintage apartment close to where I work; but I want to save money on rent and put it towards a horse of my very own, so I'm looking for a roommate too and that makes it all the more complicated. I have to find someone I can enjoy living with for at least a few years and that's tough because I'm not the kind of person that can get along with just anybody.

So I looked at eight places in the last three days and I'm about to look at two more tonight, and from this limited sample size I have made the following conclusions:
A) The apartment is amazing, but the roommate is annoying, needy, and will not shut the hell up or it isn't available until August.
B) The roommates are amazing, but the room is the size of a shoebox.

I'm trying to keep my focus on the roommates because I can deal with a small room, but there's no way I can handle an annoying roommate. Then again, I have to remind myself that I don't have to settle. I've already paid for July's rent at my current place, Jen isn't in any hurry to find my replacement, and I'm finally in a position that I can actually afford something nice.

Patience is a virtue that does not come naturally to me, but I think I better make myself a quick study or end up with a place I hate or a roommate I want nothing to do with.

People who baby-talk to their unfixed Chihuahuas need not apply.