Apartment Hunt!

I am fully convinced that there is no greater pain in life than moving. It is worse than giving birth, at least pregnancy is something you can prepare for ahead of time. Sure, expectant mothers will disagree, brandishing that same cross of pain and sacrifice that has been called upon since they were given the right to speak without being spoken to, but with today's drugs, I think it is really a dead issue. I have no sympathy, I will care again when some woman moves my couch and dresser across town.

If they had a pill that could eliminate the chance that I would ever have to move again, believe me it would be taken with absolute regularity, and without a peep of malcontent - I don't even care about the side effects. I smoke cigarettes.

Enough about pregnancy though, moving is the issue of the day.

I have two months left on my lease, and I am already stressing, spending my days, listlessly roaming the streets of Atlanta, finding perfect apartments that are promised to not be available in that final stretch of my search, when I will be forced to move into a $900 a month shit hole where my crack dealing neighbors will undoubtedly defecate in my mailbox every time I go to work.

I am done with this, even though I technically haven't even begun. It is odd that rent prices are soaring at the same time real estate prices have fallen through the floor. I am the type of person who likes to have things sorted out ahead of time, and this doesn't appear to be the kind of issue that the world is going to let me have sorted out ahead of time.

I understand that the property managers are not willing to hold on to the properties two months in advance, I suppose it is time to put my search on hold, as all I am succeeding in doing is torturing myself while wasting time and gas.

I'm sure it will all work out in the end, but it is just so frustrating right now.