While you'd think I'd be relieved to finally get this taken care of, since our current lease is up in exactly 17 days (yeah, we're cutting it close), I'm not so excited.
A) It's more expensive than I can afford (and I've told Colleen that. Since she's getting the master bedroom, we decided it was fair for her to pay more in rent. Also, she's the reason we're stuck within 5 miles of UCF, which is uber expensive).
B) We are required to get renter's insurance (I'm not opposed to this, it's just more money that I don't have).
C) It only has one bathroom. I haven't had to share a bathroom since December 2004 and I have a lot of shit and I shed a lot, and I get really creeped out by other people's hair (and sometimes my own).
D) It does not have a washer and dryer. We'll either have to use the community laundry room (I assume it's coin operated), or buy a washer and dryer. I do laundry every two days because I only have two pairs of costume shorts currently (costuming is out of just about everything for safaris). So when I get home at 9pm on a random Tuesday night, I'm going to have to go to the coin-operated laundry, and I won't be able to just switch the wash into the dryer and leave it overnight and get it in the morning, like I usually do. I'll have to stay up for 45 minutes later. Because clearly I'm getting too much sleep at the moment (please note the sarcasm, I'm ridiculously overtired at this point). The alternative is putting $600 toward a washer and dryer.
E) Our new lease would start on the same day that our current lease ends, and I have to work that day. So I either need to give away the shift, or call in sick (for a full point on my record card--my first), and move everything that I own on one day. The slight upside is that it's a Sunday, so I should be able to get at least my parents to come and help me.
F) It's unfurnished (as all of them have been). However, recall that I only have one day in which to move all my belongings, and I would also need to somehow come up with at least a bed and probably a dresser on said day.
Who knew that actually finding an apartment would suck more than looking for one?