Soooooo… today’s post was going to be all about how much I love Fall, but I’m just not feeling all that festive.
It’s Monday. And the last day of the month. Thank God.
I always try to keep it light, fun, and fashionable here on Kikadoo… but do you ever just have one of those days/weeks/months?
Luckily for me, October [my favorite month] is only a day away.
[October. October. I love ya, October. You're only a daaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy aaaaaaaaaa-waaaaayyyyyyyy]Simply stated… life is good. I love my fam, I love my job, I love my pup, and I’m extremely blessed. I’m not complaining… BUUUUUUUTTTTTT… I am going to vent just a bit…
I relocated to the bay area about 4 months ago. I’ve been bouncing around and feeling extremely unsettled while looking for the perfect apartment. Being the OCD freak that I am… not having a place for all of my stuff to live and not having a routine has been driving me mad.
I have been apartment hunting for months and months to no avail. It’s not even that I’m that picky… it’s just that a) I don’t want to spend nearly 3 grand a month to live in a 400 square foot box with no parking, no laundry, and no room for all of my shoes and b) I don’t want to live in the Tenderloin, as I would like to live to see my 29th birthday which is just one short month away. That’s about it as far as my checklist goes.
Finally, after months on the never ending apartment search I found the PERFECT place. It seemed almost too good to be true… located in Cow Hollow, one of my fav SF neighborhoods, walk to anything and everything [shops, restaurants, bars], only 10 minutes from my adorable baby nephew, and all in all the perfect fit for a young, single girl trying to start a new life in the city. I had been corresponding with the “owner” via email… I liked him, he liked me, and it was all good. He told me alas… my search was over. WRONG.
I should know by now… if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. I tend to be overly optimistic and get waaaaayyyyy ahead of myslef <– I see this as a vice and a virtue. Anyhow… without getting into the nitty gritty details, the whole thing was a scam. His intention was to collect money from me. He didn’t even own the apartment. Thank God I noticed enough red flags before I forked over the cash, but I still felt completely violated… and like a total idiot.
After a call to my big sis and a good cry sob fest over the fact that we wouldn’t be neighbs… I wiped my eyes, put on my big girl pants, got my butt out of bed, got back on Craigslist, and started from scratch. So that’s where I am today… square one. I guess there are worse places to be.
