Looking for an apartment
It's not an easy task, let me tell you. When we first got to the city, we had to find a hotel to stay in for the night. We pulled into McDonald's to use their free wifi and we found a hotel. The next day, we went searching for a cheap, pay-by-the-week hotel/hostel-type-thing. No luck. We called so many places, walked all around, talked to managers, asked around--all to no avail. Well there was one room available, but it had one twin size bed, community bathrooms, and there was some kind of lingering, foul smell. At one point, Francis turned to me and said, "I didn't know places like this existed in America". So we're winging it in a legit hotel.
Now, we're looking for an apartment. We want to be near (or in) the city because we did the suburban thing and it didn't work out too well for us. I want to be able to ride my bike to work or walk out of my door and find people living their lives out in the world instead of staying in their isolated houses. Between that and our budget, we're pretty limited to options. On top of that, none of the people we're calling to view the apartments are calling us back. Awesome. We could really use your prayers on finding somewhere to live. Or if you're not into praying, you can send some of your positive energy or thoughts our way. I'm not picky. I'll take what I can get.
You know what I realized this morning? As I pulled out my last pair of clean underwear that I packed before we left, I realized that I had no more. All of my other underwear are still in the top right dresser drawer, taped shut, in Francis' van, with all our other stuff packed around it. Oops. I hand washed the dirties today and I may or may not have to wear my bathing suit bottoms around all day. Way to go, Sarah.
|washing by hand|
By the way, I added some pictures to our About Us page. And when I say some I really mean a butt load.