I hate looking for apartments. Ugh.

I hate looking for apartments.  I really do.  I mean, its nice going to look at them, but it's just so much pressure.  And decision-making.  For crying out loud, it takes me ten minutes to decide what I want to drink with my dinner, so you can imagine how nervous I get about signing on to a year-long lease for where I sleep every night!  It sucks.

We have a couple of options as of yet -- There is a nice townhouse in Apex down the street from the coffee shop (where I am currently blogging) that is about $650/month.  That's not that bad, but I would really like to see if there's something else out there.  Most of the other places are just apartments, and even then they're super-nice and super-expensive.

Either that, or it's the uber-affordable apartment that smells of the stench of death.  Seriously.  I mean, if your biggest housing selling points are fresh carpet and newly painted walls (blood stains?) and a cop station that stays occupied 24/7, perhaps it's not the safest place to live.  That, and it stunk.  Sooooooooo bad.

Anyway, I'm sure something will show itself to us.  In three days.  When our lease runs out.  ::sigh::

I hate looking for apartments.