i am NOT a fan of apartment hunting (not sure who is??) but i have very strict rules about settling on something that isn’t perfect - DO NOT DO IT. also, make sure to visit the place at all hours of the day. one time i saw a place i really liked during the day and at night came by to someone next door practicing their drums. no thanks.
Woah ... did you know that Aina and I had been apartment hunting for the past week or was this essay just a crazy coincidence? Anyway, we just got approved this morning! Our advice would be to write a cover letter with photos of yourself and whoever else is living with you (don't forget to include a cute dog pic if the place is pet-friendly)
My heart goes out to you and your entire generation on this one. It truly does suck. And at some point it will correct at least a little. I mean, it has to, right? In the meantime, at least there aren't spiders in this one. Or ticks.
My first solo apartment was in North Hollywood. The man who lived next to me was 80 years old or so it seemed probably more like 50. I am not an actress and never will be but I helped out a friend who was making a horror movie in college and we shot a scene in my bedroom where I was screaming and screaming for over an hour. I went to apologize to him for the noise. He never hear any of it and I am able to really project. I never felt truly safe there again! Is any place really perfect?
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it doesn't get any better when you're looking for a condo, house or senior living accommodation. Probably (to return to a previous theme) even Fred and Barney had to struggle to find a habitable cave back in the Pleistocene. At least you don't have to contend with the cast of characters over at La Brea Tar Pits. On the other hand, you're not living in an abandoned TV box under the freeway, so count your blessings, thin out your surplus property, and invest in a good set of noise-cancelling earphones. Good luck in your new digs.
Great topic. When Claire and I got our first apartment as our residencies started, we rented half of a duplex, the building owned by the people who lived in the other half of the duplex (nice people actually). Charming 30s Hollywood Spanish at Melrose and Fairfax. We only had a few days to find it before we started at the hospital, and it was only after we moved in that we discovered in our (necessary) haste that we had missed a few things. The carpet in our bedroom had beeen laid over a toy-strewn floor. There was a cockroach freeway at night. It was haunted. And the owners of the duplex ran a day care... It was wonderful!
Hahahaha… got some serious LOL’s (at your expense). Great post!
OK the avocado toast comment was hilarious
"we could buy a house if we just stopped eating avocado toast." HILARIOUS!
(And next time you are looking, I know a gal. She finds apts for guys like you.)
He’s looking now…
Should I send th info to you or him?
Him and thanks, Lee!!
how do I send a personal message to him?
Willpeterman@me.com
HIM!! And Susan, because she's a frustrated real estate agent. XXXOOO
Shall I send the gal's info? Meanwhile, Will is great.
i am NOT a fan of apartment hunting (not sure who is??) but i have very strict rules about settling on something that isn’t perfect - DO NOT DO IT. also, make sure to visit the place at all hours of the day. one time i saw a place i really liked during the day and at night came by to someone next door practicing their drums. no thanks.
p.s. i hear mid city is the place to be!
p.s. sorry about the poop
i too am sorry about the poop. that sounds awful. and truly unbelievable.
Wait, you BOTH pooped there?
HAHAHAHAH
hahaha. nope wasn’t me. but i am curious about the version of myself that would do such a thing.
Really made me laugh!
Oh my God, Nick, that was you?
I can’t believe you left out the part about how a rooster just moved in next door to us and screams all day
no!
Woah ... did you know that Aina and I had been apartment hunting for the past week or was this essay just a crazy coincidence? Anyway, we just got approved this morning! Our advice would be to write a cover letter with photos of yourself and whoever else is living with you (don't forget to include a cute dog pic if the place is pet-friendly)
Do they know you occasionally poop in the parking lot. Will, Nick's new place might become available.
See what happens when you decide to move out of your parent's house!
My heart goes out to you and your entire generation on this one. It truly does suck. And at some point it will correct at least a little. I mean, it has to, right? In the meantime, at least there aren't spiders in this one. Or ticks.
My first solo apartment was in North Hollywood. The man who lived next to me was 80 years old or so it seemed probably more like 50. I am not an actress and never will be but I helped out a friend who was making a horror movie in college and we shot a scene in my bedroom where I was screaming and screaming for over an hour. I went to apologize to him for the noise. He never hear any of it and I am able to really project. I never felt truly safe there again! Is any place really perfect?
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it doesn't get any better when you're looking for a condo, house or senior living accommodation. Probably (to return to a previous theme) even Fred and Barney had to struggle to find a habitable cave back in the Pleistocene. At least you don't have to contend with the cast of characters over at La Brea Tar Pits. On the other hand, you're not living in an abandoned TV box under the freeway, so count your blessings, thin out your surplus property, and invest in a good set of noise-cancelling earphones. Good luck in your new digs.
Great topic. When Claire and I got our first apartment as our residencies started, we rented half of a duplex, the building owned by the people who lived in the other half of the duplex (nice people actually). Charming 30s Hollywood Spanish at Melrose and Fairfax. We only had a few days to find it before we started at the hospital, and it was only after we moved in that we discovered in our (necessary) haste that we had missed a few things. The carpet in our bedroom had beeen laid over a toy-strewn floor. There was a cockroach freeway at night. It was haunted. And the owners of the duplex ran a day care... It was wonderful!