Apartment Hunting With Allison


I am a bit HGTV obsessed. Although I probably wouldn’t partake in the manual labor involved in renovating, I love living vicariously through rehab shows. Flip or Flop and Property Brothers are immensely addicting.. especially when you don’t have a space of your own to design and re-design… Let me clarify; I do have a bedroom, but my car is really the only space that I consider entirely mine. And I am hoping to change that within the next year when I begin apartment or house hunting.

 

The only issue that I tend to find with the DIY Network/HGTV-esque shows are that my expectations in real life for my money are exceedingly high. My budget also isn’t $4.1 million and I am not a part time MMA fighter and my significant other isn’t an underwater basket weaver, but sometimes these programs make me feel like that is my life -whoops. I don’t tend to think I have that high of standards until I see pictures of an apartment without a clawfoot bathtub, built ins and crown molding, but rather with puke green shag carpeting and free bugs. Ugh. I’ll admit it; watching these shows may have made me a real estate agent’s nightmare, but when I eventually move into a new place it’s going to be completely worth it.

Who would have thought it would be so hard to find a property for my hypothetical bulldog? French or English, I’m flexible.. but the struggle in housing is all the same. I’m sure Tad (named after the guy with the man bun on HGTV’s Good Bones) would be incredibly well behaved.

 

So the reality is that most of my furniture starting off will probably be second hand and despite my best efforts there probably won’t be accent colors of rose gold and peach throughout my entire house. I can accept that I may not have a fainting chair/chaise in my study, next to my bar cart stocked with glass decanters of Tanqueray and Hendricks gin tomorrow. But do you know how successful and badass I will feel when I finally do?

I already have the pineapple^.

Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together


I’m not sure where to begin, a lot of great things have been happening. This weekend was spent shopping, living at my grandparents house with my cousin (unsupervised, we were practically adults :O), and sleeping in.  I got a pedicure, crab legs, a maxi dress, and gorgeous weather.

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On friday, I found out about my grades too!

I didn’t end up attending the HCCC graduation, my diploma will come in the mail..

I was a little bummed about this originally, but honestly who wants to sit in a horrific green graduation gown even if it is made out of recycled water bottles?

I got my fill of sitting in one place for a few hours at my brother’s confirmation Sunday anyways.

So, back to my grades:

4.0.

I know that some debby downers (or just creepy ex-friends that read my blog) are going to say that “le duh, you should have a 4.0, Allison.  This is Community College”

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But I don’t care what you think.

I earned that grade, and you didn’t.

I was dancing around the house celebrating when I received even more good news!

My parents were annoyed because I was supposed to be packing to go to my grandparents for this weekend and I have the attention span of that dog from Up…

SQUIRREL!

So the second dose of good news was that I got the Rent the Runway internship for 2013-2014!!!

I don’t know if it’s the blogger spot yet, but fingers crossed it will be.

I was on cloud 9 finding out such great news.

I just came back from a job interview in a cute dress so I was obviously twirling all over the place.

And as a curvy, more to love, in between, plus sized, well endowed woman I get this thing I like to refer to as “thigh chub rub” (chafing)

But, not anymore.

I was dancing without bumps or discomfort, I was wearing bandelettes.

Bandelettes are elastic lace that cover that area of your thigh you wish had more of a gap.

No rash, no pain: just a sexy inexpensive undergarment that allowed me to soak up the 70 degree weather and wear dresses all weekend!

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Once the weekend was over and I came home: I changed into my informal attire.  I wore a t-shirt and gym shorts, watched a few episodes of Law and Order while eating ice cream.  I was all smiles.

I decided to check out the FIT page, I honestly cannot stop daydreaming about my future.

I saw I had an e-mail: I GOT THE APARTMENT STYLE DORM IN ALUMNI 🙂

I was removed from the wait-list, and do not have to deal with sharing a bathroom with a hall full of girls.  I HAVE A KITCHEN.

I am basically on cloud nine, there you have it.

I don’t have a job, I have so much more.  I am a true believer in the Marilyn Monroe quote “Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together”

Allison