These are not my favorite photos but I'm blaming it all on the hell that was apartment hunting for a day in Portland. I have to recap this for you below:
Ben and I both hate city driving. I refuse to do it, and he's forced to do it as Siri and I yell out things like "No, don't! That's a one-way" (well Siri says "Re-routing"). So we arrived in Portland after three hours on the road and were a) hungry, b) yelling, and c) had to pee. It was ugly. And then we arrived at an apartment that was... horrifying. The first warning sign were that 19 year old students were moving out of it carrying Target lamps. Strike one. Strike two was the flies hovering in the entrance and the cigarette butt lined stairway. Strike three was the man eating Chinese food on the stoop out of a bag! And then we headed inside to see the tiniest, most horrifying apartment I've ever seen. I promptly had a panic attack in the leasing office of the property manager.
The second apartment we looked at had promise but was on sale as it was the last un-renovated unit in the building. The appliances were from, perhaps, the late 70s and the counters were peeling away. The high pile carpet also looked worrisome. We'd also heard terrible reviews about the noise issues in the building.
And then we drove down to the next viewing located on the Willamette River next to a brewery, some wine shops, gorgeous buildings, a beautiful sky, peace and quiet, and a lot of fit people jogging about. And walked into a perfect townhome style corner apartment ("flat"), with a beautiful kitchen, updated appliances, French doors on the bedroom, and a balcony. The biggest selling point of all was the in-house washer and dryer. Ben and I almost collapsed onto the floor in joy. But it seemed pricey so we went out to get lunch and snapped some outfit photos and went to the next viewing.
The next viewing was a gorgeous apartment but out of our price range and the residents of the building were very tank-wearing-privileged-college-bro which put me off of it immediately. We decided to go back to the leasing office of the townhome to just fill out an application and see what happened later. We wanted to deliberate at home. When we arrived in the leasing office we entered the most horrifying competition I've ever been in: we competed to get the apartment with another couple in the room based on who could most quickly fill out an application, get approved, and pay. We put a security deposit on the table prior to their online payment coming through and I think we won.
We're in a bit of a state of shock and excitement and hope. We're shocked we moved so quickly and that apartment hunting in a city is like the Hunger Games. We're excited that we could be living in this gorgeous "flat" by the water only a mile away from our respective places of employ/school. We're hoping that this apartment is truly ours and that this other couple that definitely looked a bit more established, if poorly dressed, doesn't get this apartment of our dreams. I guess we just need to wait the weekend out and see if lease paperwork comes out way next week! Finger's crossed.