Landlord: emailed. I hate being a bitch but come the fuck on. I had to put in earplugs. Serving double duty to fight the goddamn CRICKETS.
It is 10:58 and my neighbor has his tv up super loud. I fucking hate apartment living.
Things Boring 30 Year Olds Do:
look at house listings and cry.
1) 2br, 1ba $85,000 this one would require ZERO effort to ~beautify. MLS 440403
2) 3br, 2ba $59,900 this is “the worst neighborhood” according to my mom. MLS 436822
3) 3br, 2ba $59,900 this one my mom picked out; said it looks like me (like something I’d buy, not the house looks like me - but she says she has a cat that does resemble me??) MLS 441093
so #3 is like a 2 minute walk down an alleyway to my mom’s house. whatever that hutch-y thing is in the dining room is a thing i would kill for.
I grew up in #1’s neighborhood - it’s not exactly nice. at one point it was one of the most violent parts of DSM. we lived there when i was 7, again when i was 11, and i spent a few summers there babysitting my cousins when i was 16/17. THE HOUSE IS SUPER CUTE AND PURPLE AND I WANT IT.
#2 has been vetoed by mom like four times over. but i love the interior pictures.
i guess the next step is make some viewing appointments and see if I can actually get approved. FHA what the what.
today is my mommy’s 49th birthday. i took her out to dinner. happy birthday, momma.