Apartment Hunting

This week, my mom and I went to look at an apartment* in Chicago.  It was the start of what I foresee being an endless cycle of apartment visits.

I forgot how much I hate apartment hunting.  It's painful with a large dog.

It's a delicate balance between what I want and what is going to be a good fit for me and Samson.

It also hasn't helped that coming from owning a 4 bedroom house, I have accumulated stuff... lots of stuff!  BIG stuff.

I'm praying that I will be able to find something that will fit what I need to have (and get rid of the rest) and a place that Samson will also be comfortable in.  Clearly, the two of us cannot live in a 500 sf studio.  That's just not realistic.

I'm thankful that my salary allows me to expand my options, but I do want to be conscious of my spending so I can continue to save money.

This is going to get interesting.


*The apartment was nice...  Fairly large but had NO closet space.  Also, it was a 5th floor walk-up.  Probably not the easiest for Samson and I.