This month I realized that trying to find a place to live is much like forming a long term relationship.
I faced the experience prepared in ways I thought were important. I made a list of things I wanted my future home to have. I hired a realtor I knew. I looked into finding the right broker. I asked people what extra fees they had that they weren’t expecting. I felt ready to tackle the situation.
I mean, I don’t go into a relationship that prepared. That’s not how they’re similar. I guess everyone has a mental list of things they are looking for in a partner, but it’s usually fairly flexible. Mine is, anyway. If you’re a decent looking human being with a decent personality, chances are, I’ll give you a shot.
No. The similarities started with the first place I fell in love with. Two bedrooms, two bath. My own bathroom at the end of a giant walk through closet. A laundry room with basically brand new front loading washer/dryer. Giant balcony facing the quiet parking lot. Coras around the corner. Starbucks down the road. 10 minutes from work.
I was done. This was it. This was the one and I had to have it. So what if it was a bit out of my price range? I could do it! I was going to have a roommate. It would all work out.
I thought the same thing about the first guy I fell in love with. I was 16 and he was beautiful. Blue eyes, dark hair with the swoopy side bangs. He was tall and a football player and I was head over heels.
Much like in the relationship with him, the happiness of the potential purchase was short-lived. Only an (excruciatingly long) week later, the lender gods said no to my application for a loan. I was devastated. How would I ever find anything I liked as much again? It was over. I would be stuck living with my parents for the rest of my life.
After a few weeks of pouting, I ventured back onto mls.ca and tried again. Still nursing my broken heart, I was cautious and picky. The places were all disappointing in some way. Not enough space, not enough kitchen, not enough windows.
I found another property that was *almost* perfect. Three rooms, a basement, no condo fees. Unfortunately the entire place was carpeted, the kitchen was small and falling apart, and much like with my first long term relationship, I ended up walking away from it because I didn’t think the end result would be worth all the work I would have to out into it.
That same day I stumbled onto the one 2.0. It lacked a laundry room, but that was okay. It was the only thing missing. It had two bedrooms, a beautiful bathroom, a cute kitchen, hardwood floors. It was move in ready. The price was even perfect. I put the offer in on Tuesday and the bank said yes on Friday, and for half a day, everything looked perfect.
Then the condo board said no to my 3lbs dog and I had to fight them on that because all the information we had received previous had pointed to her being allowed. It was only the first of many problems I would encounter with them, and as the weekend drew to a close, it was becoming more stressful than joyful.
My second long term relationship came to an end the same weekend. One day he was convincing me to stay with him and the next he was breaking up with me. One day he was calling our love a fairytale, the next he was saying he didn’t want “us”.
By Monday, I didn’t have a boyfriend or a condo.
Now I’m onto my third condo, and taking a break from the dating. We’ll see how it goes.