As you know since for the last two months I’ve wanted a proper home. That living in a three-bedroom apartment with four of us-was no longer worth the cheap rent. I was ready to live with a friend instead of random strangers, to have our own apartment that we both loved coming home to. A place we could extend our hospitality to friends and family. A harmonious and serene environment we called home.
So I asked a good friend of mine if she would like to move into an apartment with me, and she said yes. Excited with our new project, we started apartment hunting. A two-bedroom apartment meant my monthly rent would go up by a minimum of two hundred dollars, probably closer to three. We just needed to find one that was designed where the rooms weren’t next door to each other. That was close to the city, big enough for my furniture and to entertain. It would be easy, right?
It wasn’t. We did the frantic early Saturday morning viewings, cramming in a different apartment every fifteen minutes – to be disappointed each and every time. It was draining and it felt wrong, I didn’t want to house hunt – but couldn’t figure out what was holding me back.
Finally, I had to tell her the truth – there was something not right about looking for an apartment, at the moment. We agreed to
wait for a month or two until my head was in the right space. During that time, inspiration struck. The couple I was currently living with wanted to move out in four months time - why didn’t my friend just wait and move in to my current apartment? It was seven minutes by car from the city, twenty by tram. It was big and the rent was really cheap. It was the perfect idea.
I spoke to the other guy who we were living with, and he said he was thinking about moving out in two months anyway, so it was fine with him. Boom! Brilliant - my friend and I were ecstatic. In four months time we would have a three-bedroom apartment for the same price as a two-bedroom apartment. The universe was looking after us.
But then life got even sweeter to us. The couple decided to move out the same time as the other flatmate for whatever reason. So in two months time we will be creating the home that both of us want to live in. It took two months, but my friend and I have achieved the impossible.
Thank you to all the powers that be.
Life is GOOD!
Penelope Jane Jones.