Since I’ll be done classes in June and Sam is working up in Alpine, we’ve decided that we are ready to get
the heck out of Provo and move closer to family and work.
When we posted our apartment online, I was shocked at how much response we got. I’ve been getting anywhere from 3-10 calls or texts every day since we posted it! It sure has helped me keep the house clean knowing that people are coming by almost every day to secretly judge
my housekeeping skills the apartment.
As we started our own apartment search, I was looking desperately for a place that would allow me to have a dog. I’ve been dying to get a big ol’ running buddy. Unfortunately, I learned that finding an apartment within our modest student budget was really difficult- and essentially impossible if you were planning on having a big hair drooly dog as well. I have come to terms with the fact that a dog just isn’t happening right now :( However, this did open up more apartment options to not have that criteria in the mix.
The first place we really liked was in American Fork. It was small but in a good neighborhood and crazy inexpensive. We applied, and after waiting a week to hear a response, I got a mass text saying that it was going to be rented out to somebody else. Dang! Rejection!
Before we had applied for the AF place, Sam had gone and looked at a place in Alpine. He said it was nice, so after our sad rejection we decided to go up and both take a look. As we got closer to the house, I started getting more and more excited. It is a super precious house on a super precious lane (not road. Lane) with super precious children frolicking about. As we walked up to the house, I noticed that there were chickens next to the house just wandering around in a chickeny way. The lady took us to the apartment, which is in the basement with a separate entrance, and I liked what I saw! I tried to turn on the charm, flashed some ankle (thanks to a suggestion from Sean), and we talked with the couple for a while, just getting to know each other. I asked (a little too excitedly) if the chickens were theirs. They were, indeed! Then the husband started telling me about how they had been raising emus for years and this past year they had finally hatched their own chicks. This is probably what my face looked like:
|fyi, I’m on campus and some girl is sitting across from me at the table probably judging me.|