Its been a long time since I have had to find a new place to live.  When I was young and stupid I and thought I had all the money in the world, this job was easy.  Now it has become a chore, it’s fun and exciting, but still it’s work.

I have searched Craig’s list.  I found a few things that are suitable and meet my requirements (mostly budget).  Did I mention that I have almost no budget for rent.  This really limits your options.  So I made an appointment to view one of these “great neighborhood” places and discovered that I really have high standards.  Like I would prefer not to have spiderwebs stretch apart as the door opens. I would prefer not to have the prior tenant leave the place looking like a tornado hit it, literally, it looked like the person’s life vomited all over the place, and the poor kitten that was there was practically begging to be rescued.  The only charm about the place was the church across the street, lovely until the clock tower tolled 11 o’clock, church bells are wonderful when heard at a distance, but not right outside your door, dear God, they are LOUD.

Time to start the hunt, the old fashioned way….drive my happy ass around the area I would like to live in and find the “For Rent” signs.

I started this journey at noon and ended it around 5 (ok, so I stopped for lunch at Uncle Bills).  It was a good outing.  I have two pages full of phone numbers to call.  And I have rechecked Craig’s List and most of these are not listed there.  Hopefully some things falls into place tomorrow when I start gluing the phone to my ear.

I am armed and ready, scope in place, here’s to bagging the big one!