Not Moving
Mar. 20th, 2011 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldkinSo, I decided to stay after all. Try as I might, I just couldn't get my inner creative designer to agree with the decision.
The following is a dramatization of actual events. Because my designer prefers to remain nameless, we'll call him CD:
Me: Isn't this lovely? Three stories! Just think of all the stuff we could have in here!
CD: Hmm, I dunno. This second flood really doesn't look like it can support your couch and dining room table. And we're not even including the media center: given the window arrangement, you'd lose the corner window or need to keep this in the master bedroom.
Me: But, all this space! And a bar! Wouldn't it be great to serve wine to our guests?
CD: Might I remind you, you don't drink.
Me: Oh, right! Nevermind then.
...
CD: Hmm, this bedroom is rather tiny. Are you sure you'll be able to fit in here?
Me: Sure! We can put the bed here, the TV there, my computer there, and... hmm.
CD: What is it?
Me: This picture window looks out onto other apartments. And it reaches all the way to the floor! I sure wouldn't want to forget about it only to give my neighbors a show!
CD: Actually, that's a very large casement window. And for their sake, neither would I.
...
Me: Wow, a full garage on the first floor! And my own address, right to my door! This is much better than my old apartment, and it rhymes!
CD: Might I remind you, for the thirteenth time now, that the garage counts against your living area. And the first floor garage means two entryways to your apartment, both of which need to be secured.
Inner Paranoid Schizophrenic (hereafter, IPS): AAaaaAAAAAAAA! You're going to forget the door! We'll get robbed blind! What are you both thinking?!
CD/Me: (Spend the next hour calming IPS down, giving him a nice glass of water and checking his meds.)
...
Me: Well, I don't care what you have to say. I like it! How much was it again?
CD: Exactly what you'd be paying for your apartment this year, less $5 per month. You get three stories and a garage, but lose 200 square feet of living area. No sane configuration of furniture will let you keep your couch or dining room table, you'll have to work around a very awkward floorplan for all three stories, and you won't be able to stumble out to the kitchen at 3AM without falling down a flight of stairs.
Me: Wait, you saw me do that back in Everett?
CD: Who could've missed it? You managed a pirouette off the top rail, an impressive double loop, and would have made a perfect 10 if not for the woeful landing at the end. I gave you a 6.5. I hope you won't hold it against me.
Me: But you're the personification of my decorating instincts! You can't say that!
CD: I can and I will. I've been taking notes from your inner sportscaster. He says he misses when you were more active in team sports back in Florida, by the way.
Me: ...
...
CD: Well, it's settled. I don't like it. When do you need to claim the home again?
Me: Two hours ago.
CD: What are you thinking man? I'm an artist, not your personal secretary. Hop to it and let them know you're not going to move!
...
So, at the eleventh hour, I canceled on the townhome and decided to remain with Archstone. There was a slight glimmer of hope on a larger unit (which I would have shared with three dragons, all of whom tolerate me on a pseudo-daily basis), but due to astounding technical failure after a system upgrade and somewhat uncoordinated management, we were unable to claim it.
Which I suppose goes back to my original post on being happy where I am. I liked both properties, but only one of them lets me laze on the couch, watching the trees sway lazily about as I try desperately not to fall asleep. As much as change can be interesting and insightful, I clearly made the right decision to stay.
Oh, and hey! You all should begin to hear more from me over the next several months. At least, I hope to make more of a habit of my writing, stealing the time from my gaming binges. Seeing as I'm spending multiple hours idling in Puzzle Pirates, the time will not be missed.
The following is a dramatization of actual events. Because my designer prefers to remain nameless, we'll call him CD:
Me: Isn't this lovely? Three stories! Just think of all the stuff we could have in here!
CD: Hmm, I dunno. This second flood really doesn't look like it can support your couch and dining room table. And we're not even including the media center: given the window arrangement, you'd lose the corner window or need to keep this in the master bedroom.
Me: But, all this space! And a bar! Wouldn't it be great to serve wine to our guests?
CD: Might I remind you, you don't drink.
Me: Oh, right! Nevermind then.
...
CD: Hmm, this bedroom is rather tiny. Are you sure you'll be able to fit in here?
Me: Sure! We can put the bed here, the TV there, my computer there, and... hmm.
CD: What is it?
Me: This picture window looks out onto other apartments. And it reaches all the way to the floor! I sure wouldn't want to forget about it only to give my neighbors a show!
CD: Actually, that's a very large casement window. And for their sake, neither would I.
...
Me: Wow, a full garage on the first floor! And my own address, right to my door! This is much better than my old apartment, and it rhymes!
CD: Might I remind you, for the thirteenth time now, that the garage counts against your living area. And the first floor garage means two entryways to your apartment, both of which need to be secured.
Inner Paranoid Schizophrenic (hereafter, IPS): AAaaaAAAAAAAA! You're going to forget the door! We'll get robbed blind! What are you both thinking?!
CD/Me: (Spend the next hour calming IPS down, giving him a nice glass of water and checking his meds.)
...
Me: Well, I don't care what you have to say. I like it! How much was it again?
CD: Exactly what you'd be paying for your apartment this year, less $5 per month. You get three stories and a garage, but lose 200 square feet of living area. No sane configuration of furniture will let you keep your couch or dining room table, you'll have to work around a very awkward floorplan for all three stories, and you won't be able to stumble out to the kitchen at 3AM without falling down a flight of stairs.
Me: Wait, you saw me do that back in Everett?
CD: Who could've missed it? You managed a pirouette off the top rail, an impressive double loop, and would have made a perfect 10 if not for the woeful landing at the end. I gave you a 6.5. I hope you won't hold it against me.
Me: But you're the personification of my decorating instincts! You can't say that!
CD: I can and I will. I've been taking notes from your inner sportscaster. He says he misses when you were more active in team sports back in Florida, by the way.
Me: ...
...
CD: Well, it's settled. I don't like it. When do you need to claim the home again?
Me: Two hours ago.
CD: What are you thinking man? I'm an artist, not your personal secretary. Hop to it and let them know you're not going to move!
...
So, at the eleventh hour, I canceled on the townhome and decided to remain with Archstone. There was a slight glimmer of hope on a larger unit (which I would have shared with three dragons, all of whom tolerate me on a pseudo-daily basis), but due to astounding technical failure after a system upgrade and somewhat uncoordinated management, we were unable to claim it.
Which I suppose goes back to my original post on being happy where I am. I liked both properties, but only one of them lets me laze on the couch, watching the trees sway lazily about as I try desperately not to fall asleep. As much as change can be interesting and insightful, I clearly made the right decision to stay.
Oh, and hey! You all should begin to hear more from me over the next several months. At least, I hope to make more of a habit of my writing, stealing the time from my gaming binges. Seeing as I'm spending multiple hours idling in Puzzle Pirates, the time will not be missed.
