The Apartment Hunt

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I felt like a college graduate before I technically graduated, probably months before, so what better way to commemorate this new chapter in my life than flying out to Seattle to find a place to live. First, I love new things and I love interiors, so apartment hunting was extremely exciting to me (except on my last day, I was very over it). Checking Seattle’s weather forecast an hour before my flight was also the best decision I made all week. This Texas girl in summer clothes would not have been prepared for the fact that Seattle hadn’t caught up with the seasons… at all.

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From the moment I landed, the trip moved at ultra speed. Between checking out places in (and out) of my budget, I developed a love and hate relationship with apartment styles in downtown Seattle. Love: everywhere I went was urban and super modern. Hate: Parking is $200 – $300 a month… excuse me? Love: Every complex had a rooftop with an amazing view of the water, the space needle, or the city. Hate: People in Seattle legitimately pay near $2,000 for a 500 square foot unit. Love: Walk score is 98 in most neighborhoods, yay for working at coffee shops and nearby brunch and happy hour! Hate: Seattle loves this floor plan called an “urban” one bedroom. It’s everywhere and is basically a tiny hallway kitchen and a sliding door bedroom. Love: I ate soooooo good while there for two days (if you follow me on the gram, you know). Seattle does Asian food better than any other city. San Franciscans can debate with me, but I’m sticking to my statement.

One of the few buildings that didn't do the whole "urban" one bedroom thing.

One of the few buildings that didn’t do the whole “urban” one bedroom thing.

EVERYONE had a rooftop, this one had a view of the water.

EVERYONE had a rooftop, this one had a view of the water.

Heaven on earth.

Heaven on earth.

Love: The city. I couldn’t have made a better choice of where to start the next few years of my life. You all know I love Seattle and it’s getting so surreal now that I’ve chosen a move-in date.

Now, did I find a place to live? Ironically (or maybe not, knowing me) I did not. The hunt still continues. Wish me luck because I’m chasing a dream on a budget.