Photo courtesy of Heather Comparetto
I’ve recently become more serious about moving out.
Yes, I live with my parents.
I have since last June, when I moved back after six years of schooling. I gave myself six months. It’s been a year and a half, and, well, I’m writing this from my childhood room.
Living at home has been more than comfortable. Aside from the little hiccup that was the election last year, I get along with my parents. They give me space. I housesit. Pet sit. No rent. Save, save, save.
But it’s time, especially since my brother's moved back in, too. This family of giants is overflowing in our home. (Yeah, dinnertime is a mess.)
This past weekend I found my dream apartment. It’s perfect. It’s safe. It’s an ideal location. It’s furnished. It’s fairly affordable (whatever that means these days). I set up a time to look at it, but 30 minutes later the landlord told me someone had already put a deposit down.
I got another email last night. Update: That person didn’t pass the background check. I might have a chance now!
I so desperately want to send an information packet to this landlord and outline all the reasons I would be the perfect tenant. Is that too much? Too eager? My boyfriend said it was.
Well, this is how it’d go:
- Despite living at home now, I’ve been out on my own. For six years, actually. I know how to kind of “adult,” as the kids say these days.
- I work full time at a personal finance website. I live and breathe money management. I know how to do it. I’ll make rent each time. Swear.
- Here’s what a crazy night for me is like: I put cookies in the oven and turn on Netflix. It’s time for the new season of "Fuller House." I start my latest cross-stitching project. (I’m actually 25, I promise.)
- But really, I don’t do drugs. I drink on occasion — like three beers tops over at Three Daughters Brewing.
- I clean when I get stressed. I will clean and clean and clean until there’s nothing left to clean. This occurs about once a week.
- I’m paranoid because I watch “Dateline” every Friday night.. You betcha the apartment will stay locked up.
- I took this strength assessment at work, and one of my top traits is harmony. That means I hate conflict. I will avoid it at all costs. That means I will never be in your face about anything. I mind my own business, figure things out on my own — and that makes me happiest.
- I’ll pass a background check with flying colors. I think the worst thing I’ve ever done was steal a watermelon out of a pasture when I was in high school. One watermelon. And I was with my family.
- I keep tabs on my credit. I write about this ish all day long, so I check it about once a month. I will protect that number with my whole heart — which means you’ll get rent right on time.
- I’m polite. I’ll smile at neighbors, offer to help with groceries when needed.
- I’m quiet. You might catch me blaring a podcast while I’m showering, but that’s just so I can hear it over the noise of the water.
Please let me rent out your super awesome apartment now?
(Yes, I'm fairly boring.)