When I found out I had two weeks to quit my apartment … I really totally completely kept my cool.
At least house hunting is fun, and packing is fun, and moving is fun, right?
And running low on time, makes the process that much more exciting.
Obviously, the almighty internet is where the apartment search began. And that’s when it dawned upon me how much house hunting resembles Tinder.
Some houses have a more elaborate profiles, naming everything included in the package. Others just barely show the location. And then there are those… that just shouldn’t be there to begin with.
Exhausted from all the swipping and texting, you finally manage to “arrange a viewing” — which, by the way, is exactly how the first Tinder date should be called.
And then you get there…but wait? Whaaaaat? It doesn’t look anything like the pictures?
I thought I was good at “only expect unexpected”… until I walked in the room with a hundred (seriously, a hundred) penguin soft toys creepily displayed in the corner . #TrueStory
You know what they say – if you can convince them, confuse them.
So you sit there smiling, nodding, asking the same questions, pretending to listen, …but all you really wanna know is WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS? Spill the beans, show the skeletons, take the shirt off… Sorry where was I?
Oh yeah… Eventually, you decide to settle for a compromise: maybe the distance is a bit too big, maybe the ceiling is not as high as you imagined, maybe it looks a bit too old, too hipster, too hairy, or not hairy enough.
I mean, what else can you do, but follow your gut, risk it for a biscuit and hope for the best.
And that’s how, kids, I ended up with this Walrus suit.