WHAT is the deal?! If you're not going to allow pets at all, fine, but who are these apartment owners that say they'll allow only small dogs? What ridiculousness is this? Have you EVER met a powderpuff lap dog that didn't constantly bug you for attention, jump on everyone who comes through the door, constantly bark at unbearably high pitches, piddle on the floor and generally get in the way and be annoying? Unlike my happens-to-be-a-75-pound-German-Shepherd who is trained, both for obedience and going outside to do his business, never jumps on people and will sit, lay, stay, shake, kiss, etc. when told and is a general couch-potato. Because I understand the use of formal training and have taken my dog to it, unlike people with small dogs who think they're just cute and don't need to go to training. Such prejudice against large dogs is ridiculous. I guarantee you my dog is more well-behaved, more quiet and minds his own business more than your little mop dog. Oh, and because he's 75 pounds, can you say BIG BLADDER. He can hold it longer than I can. Oh, and he'll protect YOUR property. But no use to you. Because he's big. GET A CLUE. And rent me an apartment.
So after an email this morning from the guy we were pretty sure we were renting an apartment from, it's back to the drawing board. Apparently he wants to sell the unit instead of renting it. So, bummer. Scott has another appointment tomorrow for another place that's only a 2-month sublet, but that would at least get us up there for the time being. I'm sure it'd be easier to find something when you're actually in the area and not 100 miles away. So fingers crossed for that one. We're really feeling the pressure to get up there and we have to be out of our apartment on March 10, so if we don't find something soon, we'll be jobless and homeless. Yay! I'm having trouble processing why it's been so hard to find a place if God wants/gave us the opportunity to go. What's the deal? I don't know. But I'm sure eventually I'll look back and have learned a lesson or seen a blessing from it all. At least I better.
My first blog. Aww. I'm so behind...even my dad has a blog... But hopefully this is a way to share my new life in the big city and anything else I feel compelled to say. So here we go...
I'm convinced God has a sense of humor. But I should backtrack a little.
If you haven't figured it out or heard the news, Scott and I are moving to NYC. Our jobs are transferring us, so we've been busting it trying to find an apartment these last few weeks. We saw one place a few weeks ago where the apartment was super-nice but it was out in the middle of nowhere and no public transportation on the weekends, and we wondered if that's where God wanted us since it seemed to be our only option. But we asked for more options, and this past weekend, we got our wish. We saw two great places in Jersey City, just outside Manhattan, and both seem very promising. If both our applications go through, now we just have to decide between fantastic apartment (granite countertops, brand new stainless steel appliances and views of BOTH the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building) or a fantastic location within walking distance to the train and near parks and only two, three blocks from our friends who are also moving there.
Anyway, we should know more tomorrow about the apartment situation. But it just goes to show you, no task is too big for God. I find myself shaking my head at going from no options to two great options, and I'm reminded that God not only provides, He provides abundantly.
We'll probably be moving this weekend.
I really don't want to move this bedroom furniture again.