I’ve been a bad blogger.

I haven’t posted in almost 2 weeks but there’s a reason–I have been on the most ridiculous, annoying, frustrating apartment search of all time.

I didn’t want to write about it because I love this city and usually don’t stand for anyone to talk smack about it but they say “write what you know” and lately, what I know is the world of endless apartment searching.

While I haven’t been blogging, I most certainly have been on the internets.  For hours.  Every day.  Scouring every apartment rental website in Cook County.  We are on our 4th agency because every time someone shows us a shit hole or tell me they can’t find me what we want, we get mad and go find someone else to show us apartments.  All we want is a 1-2 bedroom apartment in Streeterville or Lincoln Park (1 block either way off a very specific street) that is new/remodeled, gives my man friend good access to the Metra and me good access to a wine bar.  And is Luna Bell friendly.  And Rufus-friendly, the dog we do not yet have but want really badly.  And is under our budget.  And has a rooftop deck.

That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

The above picture is taken from the window of our dream apartment.  You know, the huge, affordable, gorgeous, chic apartment that was snatched out from under us by some stealthy renter with a credit card over the phone just as I was starting to fill out the paperwork.

Another one of my favorites was one that I later found out was host to a shooting in the courtyard this winter.  They blamed it on “outside influences” but I don’t want to live somewhere with people who have outside influences that shoot people.

I thought that the big decision was to live together.  I thought that after that glorious moment as we were walking home from Panes was over, our biggest decision was going to be revolving around the choice between Crate and Barrel and Pottery Barn.

I have about a thousand and two phone calls to make this morning, after which we should know if we are going to be homeless come July 1 or not.  I’ll k eep you posted–when this apartment search is over, I’ll be shouting it from the rooftops…which my new building better have in the form of a rooftop deck.