Playing Grown Up

Like I said in the previous post, we don't have time to be sick.

Because this weekend I had to take my still slightly pale and nauseous self to Rolla to go apartment hunting with Chad!

That part was exciting.

The non-exciting part was one of the first things he said to me when he saw me:

"Wow, you warned me you were gonna be pale, but I didn't expect to notice it this much!"

Well thanks, honey. Lots.

Just kidding, I know it was out of concern!

Anyways, so we went to see 2 apartments, and we liked one of them, but don't get too excited for us yet.

One realty group has the monopoly on Rolla, so they pretty much set the rules.

And they aren't hurting for business, so they were downright COLD.

Until I pointed out that we would be married by the time we moved in.

That made them soften a little. But definitely not much.

Here's the summary:
Unless we want to start renting now, which isn't even a possibility because Chad is on another lease through them, we have to wait until "March Madness".

What is March Madness?

No. It's got nothing to do with basketball.

In fact, it has everything to do with the ONE day that the college students in town have to go sign for an apartment, on a first come, first served basis.

It's so competitive to get the ideal apartment that, get this, people literally CAMP OUT ON THE STEPS OF THE REALTY COMPANY.

What a joke.

Welcome to Rolla, Amy. Ha. Or more like, welcome to grown up life.

Double Ha.