I See White People

Over the last couple of weeks my roommates and I have been casually looking for a new place to live come summer. Because I wasn't sure where they would be moving (needing to accomodate Mitchell their pitbull), I started searching out homes and one bedroom apartments.

After moving to Atlanta I immediately fell in love with the areas known as Little Five Points, Old Fourth Ward and Inman Park. They have the small town charm, mixed with a hipster/eclectic edge- plus tons of cool restaurants, bars, beautiful parks (and only 2 miles from DT). The homes date back to the early 1900's, many flaunting victorian architecture. Orgasmic imagery! (what can I say I love old buildings).

Suffice to say with everything these neighborhoods have going for them its very rare to ever find housing there. So when I was perusing Craigslist yesterday and saw an ad for a studio apartment in Inman Park 1/2 a mile from Little Five Points that actually looked cute and is in my budget (somewhat-- err-- i'll make it work) I almost peed my pants.

At 11:45am this morning I made the drive across town to meet the landlord and see the place. I really had no intention of walking away with a new apartment. Whoops! Ok, so maybe I had an inkling that I would love it and it would become my home. Fine it was more than an inkling and yes, as soon as I saw it I had to have it. Sure the building was built in 1905 and looks old, but I love it. I love the brick walls on the outside of the building, the hardwood floors in the bedroom and the iconic black and white lineolium in the kitchen. Sure the bedroom is painted baby blue, but theres a chalkboard painted on the back of my front door. I mean RAD!!!!

There you have it, one quick look and I'm the proud new renter of my very own apartment! It's only half of my take home pay, haha, yikes. But, in my defense I've seen more cop cars and csi vans by my current apartment over the last three days than I'd like to count.

Sometimes where you live is life or death. Which is why I'm moving. I choose life.

Xoxo. Jildo

P.S. I almost forgot. No, I'm not racist, but yes, I do stereotype (sorry, makes life easier). In reference to the title- when I first drove up to the apartment I saw lots of white people running and riding bikes- that actually may have sold me before I even saw the place. Hmmmm. Well either way, I can now say senara to wife beaters and pants that are falling off of peoples asses because they think it looks cool. Or something.

P.P.S.The apartment did come with a free desk. So. Yea. Cool... No. I am really excited, thats not fake enthusiasm. Ahem. Let me try that again.

PAUSE.

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Willy! Swoop!