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Hey guys,

So, my latest adventures in the city have all centered around the same theme: apartment shopping. Now, I know you may say to yourself, Sarah...apartment shopping is not an adventure. You get on craigslist, you find someone you want to room with and bam! dunzo. This, is where you're wrong my friend. In the past month, I have been witness to some of the most eclectic, the most creative, and most downright disgusting homes in the DC metrapolitan area.

Like almost everyone I know, I have used the local search engine www.craigslist.com, to try and locate my own urban oasis. The following are just a few of the ridiculous experiences that I have had thus far.

1) I went to an apartment- from the ad it looked like a great deal. Affordable rent, nice neighborhood, close to shopping/work etc. I get in there- and the lady does not turn on the lights. She does not turn on any lights except for the one to the room she is renting, during the entire walk through. The "furnished" apartment, has scratch and sniff stickers on the desk and drawers. It isn't even my favorite flavor of scratch and sniff... its banana. Nobody likes banana scratch and sniff stickers. The coup-de-gras is when I notice the renter's clothes are in what would be my closet. She explains that she will live in the living room. I promptly leave.

2) After seeing a few other discouraging aparments- I decide that maybe I should go for an affordable efficency close by. After all- what can go wrong when you are the only person living in the room, right? I go to the leasing office. The woman is literally asleep at her desk. Goodbye.


So, the question of the night: have I found an apartment yet? Well...no. Am I going to? I'm sure. But, it makes me very grateful that I can afford to take my time looking, and stay with my parents for the time being.

This weekend, I plan on retreating to another city, the big apple. There, I shall take time to bask in the luxury of being a tourist. Of being in a city for the good only, and not the crazy walk throughs and scratch and sniff stickers. I will run along Broadway singing, and enjoying the fact that I don't have an apartment there, and that there is no lease in NYC with my name on it. I am totally untethered...atleast until I am back in the nation's capital on Monday, checking my roommate responses.