WESNEDAY, DECEMBER 1ST: We're going to kick the new month off with a date night. So all you lucky girls with boyfriends tell your boys to throw on something decent. As for the rest of you, there will be other hot guys there so maybe you'll find your guy or at least a very nice one night stand.
As we left yet another house, I was getting discouraged. We had been house-hunting all afternoon, and we still haven't found 'the one'. Since Sam still had a roommate, and his apartment definitely wasn't big enough for three people, we were searching for a new place, just for us.
It started with apartments, but found they were either too small or too expensive. We didn't require much, just a bedroom, a bathroom, and a place to put my piano. Of course Sam would need an office, and I was finally learning to cook so a kitchen was important. Was that too much to ask.
We had just finished looking at house number three, after looking at about a dozen apartments, and I was starting to get my hopes up.
"Maybe we should just kick Jason out," I joked, but somehow that seemed a legit suggestion.
"I couldn't do that. Besides, he's aleady started looking for my replacement."
"Oh well, back to the drawing board."
As we walked down the street we were starting to get hungry, so we stopped and got something at the diner. Tonight was supposed to be date night, but we were sacrificing that to find us a home, so we were going out tomorrow night instead. Just as we were about to order, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat.
Posted on the bulletin board by the door was a bright blue flier with a 'For Rent' sign at the top. Two bedrooms, a bath, and a promise of a great school system. I quickly jumped up, grabbed it off the wall, and went outside to find this perfect little house.
"Kay, what are you doing?" Sam asked, as he followed me out the door.
"Trust me, I think this is it."
I had only walked for about ten minutes before I reached the right street. The houses around here were more like townhouses, with two stories and four of them placed together in their own little section. I finally found the one with the 'For Rent' sign in the front yard, and I knew I had done good.
Each seperate house was painted a different color, I'm guessing to promote individuality, and the open one was a rusted brown color, and it had a white door. Without even going into it, I could tell that this was the one. I quickly jotted down the number before Sam finally caught up to me, I guess I was walking faster than I thought.
"Well," I asked him, looking up with my 'puppy-dog face'.
"You done good kid."