Oh my goodness. I lost my virginity yesterday! Well, let me clarify. What I meant was, I lost my “turning-in-a-rental-application-with-girl-ninja” virginity yesterday. And let me tell you, it was freakin’ exciting! That’s right, we pulled the trigger and found a place we want to call home.
A little over a week ago, I shared about a 1bdrm condo we really liked. I tried to make a “low ball” offer on it, but had no luck negotiating. Girl Ninja and I decided the place was overpriced, so we continued on our house hunting extravaganza. We’ve probably looked at 10 or so apartments/condos over the last two weeks. Through the process, we’ve learned a ton about each other and I thought I’d share a little about that here.
The first, and most obvious, thing was this: Girl Ninja judges a place based on its ‘cuteness factor’. I judge a place based off of its “How much is this gonna cost us” factor. There were a few places she really liked, that I fought hard to avoid because I wasn’t comfortable with the value. Stainless steel appliances are attractive and all, but last time I checked they don’t refrigerate my food better or pop my popcorn louder. I felt bad putting my foot down, because it denied Girl Ninja a place she really liked.
Don’t get me wrong though, Girl Ninja definitely had a vote in this decision. In fact, last week we looked at a place that I fell in love with. I thought it was a great value and reasonably cute. While she agreed it was a good price and relatively nice inside, she couldn’t get over one small detail… it was in the ghetto. Haha, okay maybe not the ghetto, but it wasn’t in the greatest location. She hated the fact there were no streetlights on the block. It gave her an eerie feeling and told me she didn’t feel safe there. I wanted the place, Girl Ninja didn’t.
It was at this point, we realized something we should have figured out much earlier: We need to quit being selfish and understand that if we BOTH aren’t in love with a place, it’s time to move on. Instead of me trying to convince GN the apartment I liked was only ‘kinda sketchy’, I should have just been like “You don’t feel safe here? Okay. Time to keep looking.” If I would have figured that out two weeks ago this apartment hunting gig would have gone a lot smoother.
Yesterday, the condominium gods above rewarded our patience as we found a place we BOTH love. It’s within our budget (actually $25 less), has views of the water from the living room, a brand new kitchen, two gated parking spaces (which is super rare here in San Diego), and just an overall positive energy (isn’t that called fung shui?). It’s definitely a place I’d be proud to call home, and Girl Ninja shares that same sentiment. Oh and did I mention this condo isn’t in the ghetto? Score!
Like giddy school children, GN and I walked out of the complex and realized WE JUST FOUND OUR FUTURE HOME. We think. Nothing is for sure yet as we’ve only turned in our rental application. Assuming my mother didn’t steal my identity and rack up a ton of debt in my name, or that Girl Ninja isn’t a closet QVC shop-a-holic. We should get approved.
It totally puts me at ease to know Girl Ninja and I both love this condo equally. I allowed my emotional attachment to a few places to interfere in our relationship. I was a bad ninja. A very bad ninja. If GN didn’t stand her ground, we would have ended up living in the quasi-ghetto. Which means she would probably have been bitter at me every time she came home. And if she was bitter at me, she would probably boycott “Operation Make Baby Ninjas” otherwise known as “Operation Bow Chick a Bow Wow.” Happy wife, happy life… right?