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Hello my lovelies,
After a few days/weeks of mental ping pong deliberating on where the hell I am supposed to go I am perilously close to making a decision about where to live. The application and proof of income have been submitted and I am now just waiting for final approval. Based on the urgency to make a decision and a conversation with my financial planner and the urging of a trusted friend I opted for a really cute (read small and not cheap) 2-bedroom apartment in Downtown Denver. It's on the corner of 20th and Little Raven. The area has lots of bars and restaurants, it's about a 10-minute walk to Union Station and a 10-15 minute walk to Coors Field. Additionally, the area is much more mature (read filled with people close my age) than the ultra-trendy RiNo location. Oh yeah, and the Cherry Creek Trail is literally across the street!
As I am wandering through this new adventure that has become my life, I was enjoying a vision of this new active, urban lifestyle that I am about to embark on. Lucky for me the leasing agent in my new apartment complex quickly brought me back to the reality....
Let me recap my day for you. I had appointments to look at two apartment complexes in the morning, then I was meeting a friend for lunch and hopefully at some point in all of this I was going to actually make a damn decision. The first complex was really new and very modern. They have great security for the building, stainless steel appliances, quartz countertops, really high-end finishes throughout the building. The second complex was nice, they are remodeling all of the units to create a more high-end feel, but certainly didn't offer the opulence of the first property (read much better price point). After seeing both properties I enjoyed a pleasant little stroll downtown to meet a friend for lunch. While I would generally consider myself pretty impulsive, this friend is one of the most analytical people I've ever met. That said, let me recap our lunch conversation. Basically, it started me whining (not actually a surprise to anyone I realize) about not being able to make a decision (see impulsive statement above) and him sitting across the table from me with a mildly annoyed expression saying "What's the worst thing that can happen? Just do it!"
HA! How's 'dat for some deep analytical shit?
With that urging I went back to the first property to look at the apartment again and start the paperwork process. As I was standing in the apartment I was mentally thinking about what furniture I need/want and the placement for various pieces. I mentioned to the leasing agent that as I am purging my house I realized that I currently have five wine racks (SIDEBAR: the apartment has a dry bar area - clearly this place was MADE for me!) and that this place has a great location for the ONE wine rack I intend to keep. At this reference she tells me that her dad recently passed his sommelier certification, to which I offer a smart-ass response about possibly being in love with her dad. Later as we were walking through the building to look at the parking garage and bike storage she told me that her dad recently started doing triathlons and loves biking. She then stops dead in her tracks, looks me in the eye and says "You should date my dad!"
F*MYLIFE!
Really? My immediate reaction was irritation, because I cannot possibly be old enough to date someone's dad! Er, uh, blech, fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk..... Sadly the reality then hit me that since this cute little leasing agent can't possibly be a day over 25, I guess theoretically I COULD be old enough to date someone's dad. Fortunately, I think I am still in a state of mentally, physically and emotionally f*d up that there will be no dating any time soon. Sorry dad......
Until next time.....
XOXO