Housing Nightmare.
As I mentioned in my previous post, Mark and I are trying to find a new place to live. We currently live in a 800 square foot second-floor apartment on a fairly busy road in Sunnyvale. We share a porch with neighbors who enjoy smoking on their half of the porch, which makes it impossible for us to open one of only three windows in our apartment without letting in cigarette smoke. Also, one of our neighbors seems to be a juvenile delinquent who, last fall, was under house arrest, ankle alarm and everything. The laundry room in our building has 3 washers(at $1.25/load) and only one working dryer(at $1/load). Our kitchen provides so little cupboard space that when we moved in we had to invest in a tall cabinet from Ikea so we would have some place to put our food. Our windows are single-pane, so we hear all the noise from the street, including ambulances or fire trucks blaring their sirens at least every other day. We have no storage other than the three closets in our apartment, only one of which is a walk-in.
This may not be so bad, I could live this way for a long time if it was just Mark, Cibo and myself.
Enter impending baby girl, due to arrive in 3 weeks.
How can I describe how much anxiety I have over bringing our baby home to this apartment? Over the thought of spending most of my day here, every day. I can’t imagine lugging an infant car seat up and down those stairs multiple times a day all the way to the parking lot. Or having to leave baby unattended while I make multiple trips all the way out to the car to unload groceries, or to the laundry room to change loads of laundry. I only have 2 hands!
Not to mention all the stuff that you use for a baby that you need room for…swing, high chair, toys, bouncer. I have no room for these things. Furniture is crammed in as it is!
I have searched craigslist for the past month in hopes that I would find a miraculous find. An apartment that meets all my needs within our budget, in the bay area. A place I could love to spend the coming days in, bonding with our baby girl. In a month of searching I have found 3 places that seemed remotely promising;
1. A small house that was already rented by the time we arrived 10 minutes early for the open house.
2. An apartment that was slightly larger than our current place and not on a main road. We were selected from all the applicants, but they wanted us to begin renting at the beginning of May, and we are stuck in our current contract until June 4th. Since we can’t afford rent at both places for the month of May, we had to turn it down.
3. A beautiful duplex that meets all our needs and then some, less than a half a mile from where we currently live. I fell in love with it, I want it. We’ll know by tonight if we got it. So here I sit, anxiously waiting by the phone. I need it, I have to have this place! I’m having anxiety attacks over it. I guess it’s easier to focus on this than on waiting for this baby to come out of me. If we don’t get this place we have to go in tomorrow and re-sign our lease here for another year. Another year of living here pains me. It just doesn’t feel right.
So here I am, on pins and needles. I just wish this was all over with. I wish I could fast-forward to a month from now. When hopefully we’ll have the housing situation figured out, the scary labor and delivery over, and just be enjoying our new baby. I’m tired of being pregnant. I’m impatient to move on to the next step.







