Every second time I sat outside on my balcony smoking a cigarette - at least - I would think “One day I will go explore those woods”. They are about ten feet from my apartment, a HUGE, vast chunk of woods that contain deer and coyotes and numerous rabbits. I never have explored them yet in the more than a year I’ve lived here. And now that I never go out there to smoke - because I don’t smoke anymore - I never think of these trees.

Today, I looked out the window at the deliciously still-green trees, and my heart sank. It finally hit me that we’ve been kicked out of our apartment. Not in the bad way…we may be messy at times, but we’re good tenants. The owner has decided to sell our condo (who’s this mysterious business man we’ve never met that lives in Asia), so *poof*, we have three months to leave.

I wasn’t stressed out about it at all yesterday. In fact, quite the contrary! I love looking for new apartments, and the excitement of living somewhere new. Starting fresh…meaning no dust behind the stove. Jason on the other hand seemed nearly suicidal about the prospect. He’s completely opposite from me in that he hates change. He hates looking for a new apartment. He never leaves his apartments unless he HAS to! The last one he was in, he was in for eight years! I can’t even FATHOM having to live somewhere that long.

So, when I appeared from my desk with a MASSIVE list of potential apartments - with the look of a puppy dog who remembered to poop outside - he seemed devastated. I was jumping up and down screaming “BUT!!!! This one has a fireplace!!!”. He didn’t like any of them. There was something wrong with ALL of them. Mostly, they just weren’t in communities he wanted. They were nice communities though. I found a nice one in Huntington Hills, I thought it would be neat to live aging in the community I grew up in…but nope…not good enough.

The real issue, and I’m on the same level as him with this one, is that we will never find a place this good for the price we’re getting. Its just an incredible deal that’s rare to find anywhere else. I found lots of three bedroom apartments with 1.5 bathrooms for the same price, but none had a beautiful view of a beautiful mysterious forest out back…none would have my bedroom so perfectly situated that on every full moon around midnight, my room is completely illuminated by moonlight. None could be as peaceful.

I would love to live with Jason still. However, if we can’t agree on a place, we’ll simply have to go separate ways. I, for one, would like a place where the bedrooms are far, far, far, away from any computer (i.e. a two story townhouse or something…which I found…it was perfect…wrong community he says).

My dream home…some creepy old haunted type house in Kensington that oozes more character than this apartment ever could! Way too expensive and rare though. Perhaps I’ll check Marda loop. Or, a big new house in the suburbs with five rooms and more roommates. I got lots of friends…we should try communal living! LOL…I have troubles enough with one roommate. I’m too independent.

Anyway…During this whole ordeal….I’m sure I’ll be the rock…the calm one. Jason will panic. It will be easy for me to move. All I have fits into my bedroom…Jason has more knickknacks, more Christmas decorations, more furniture, more CRAP than a Saturday full of garage sales combined. I like my simple life *giggle* Mind, body, spirit….its all I need:)

And a walk in that forest!

I see how easy it can be to miss an opportunity if you procrastinate!