Yesterday I wrote that I had an appointment to view an apartment. I had wanted to live in the same area I live now but I couldn’t find anything I loved and 2 bedrooms weren’t in my price range. So I decided to look a little farther afield but still centrally located.
I emailed a place and was informed they had units available. Thursday morning I was chatting with a friend on facebook telling her that I wished I had someone to go with and she volunteered even though it’s an hour and a half drive for her. I did check out the floor plan and it looked very promising but I was so afraid to get my hopes up.
My friend went to find a place to park after dropping me off. The superintendent was such a sweet lady. Her husband poked his nose out of one of the rooms. She asked if I had a preference since she had one of the third floor and one on the fifth. I opted for 3. The hallways were nice and bright. As soon as I walked in the unit I knew. There is a decent sized entrance way and a little corner where I will put my family picture and a bench to sit to take off your shoes. It has an eat in kitchen plus a dining room. My house isn’t big enough for a table in the kitchen so I think I’ll just use dining room and buy something for storage. Plus I will probably put my grocery cart in the corner.
It’s 2 bedrooms and I get an ensuite! It has walk in shower. It’s about the size of a cruise ship shower but there is another bathroom too so I have a choice. In suite laundry with storage. Not just washer and dryer in a closet.
I get to put my computer in front of the window. It’s near a park and my friend said there is lots of trees. I didn’t go all the way into the room. On one wall I will have pictures my friend drew–probably 6. The other wall will be bookcase.
I didn’t notice what the number was of the unit until she locked up. I suddenly realized that there was a reason I chose the 3rd floor. My parents both died on the 3rd. My grandparents were on the 6th floor in their apartment. My parents had 3 kids. The number 3 comes up a lot in our family. I think that is Mom, Dad and Janet (see three again) telling me they are with me.
It was meant to be.