Before ever hearing about the job opening at HFC, Joe and I had been invited to an April wedding in D.C. (A wonderful wedding! More about it later, perhaps...) Two weeks before the event, I accepted the job offer. So I extended the weekend trip (without much help from Travelocity, by the by) and spent a whirlwind day visiting my new colleagues in Harpers Ferry and apartment-hunting in Frederick.
Frederick has an historic district with blocks and blocks of 19th-century row houses, many of which have been subdivided into apartments. There are restaurants and coffee shops and boutiques and a public library all within walking distance. I scoured the online Frederick News-Post classifieds and Craig's List, and set up appointments to see some of these quaint, quirky places. Right up my alley, you'd think. Then--just because they were easy to find online and because I was considering a furnished apartment, I also noted some apartment complexes in the area.
Yesterday I put a security deposit down on a cookie-cutter unit in an apartment subdivision. I still don't understand it. I'm feeling a little defensive about it. To give directions, I'll probably have to reference the assisted living center next door. But I'm going with my gut. Professional management, 24-hour maintenance, plentiful parking--and a wood-burning fireplace! It just seems easier, somehow. As we can say of everything else about this move: if it sucks, at least it's only for a year. (And, anyway, there's a Starbucks and a movie theater within walking distance...what more could a lone person want?)
Frederick has an historic district with blocks and blocks of 19th-century row houses, many of which have been subdivided into apartments. There are restaurants and coffee shops and boutiques and a public library all within walking distance. I scoured the online Frederick News-Post classifieds and Craig's List, and set up appointments to see some of these quaint, quirky places. Right up my alley, you'd think. Then--just because they were easy to find online and because I was considering a furnished apartment, I also noted some apartment complexes in the area.
Yesterday I put a security deposit down on a cookie-cutter unit in an apartment subdivision. I still don't understand it. I'm feeling a little defensive about it. To give directions, I'll probably have to reference the assisted living center next door. But I'm going with my gut. Professional management, 24-hour maintenance, plentiful parking--and a wood-burning fireplace! It just seems easier, somehow. As we can say of everything else about this move: if it sucks, at least it's only for a year. (And, anyway, there's a Starbucks and a movie theater within walking distance...what more could a lone person want?)
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Optional kitchen window. I think my "abundant closet space" was sacrificed to the full-size washer and dryer. Which just means fewer places to stash the dirty clothes.
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