on the hunt

when you're searching for housing in provo you have to be a tiger. fierce, threatening, and constantly on the prowl. especially when you are looking for a place at the end of august and everyone and their mother wants to sell their contracts RIGHT MEOW. it is seriously painful to apartment hunt here. and i may have even let out some stress tears once or twice and told mr. dtf that we were doomed to be homeless come august.

take this... about a month ago we were searching and i got a call from my brother, brock. he said that he knew some married folks that really liked their apartment complex and gave us the address. so we drove there and found it to be not only the least ghetto complex we had seen in a while, but also the closest married housing to campus EVER. it is unfurnished, but about the same size as our current place {possibly even bigger}, still has on-site laundry, and it is about $100 less/month! obviously we were in love.

so we did what anyone would do and got the number of the on-site student managers and proceeded to call them. and call. and call. and call. and we left lots of voicemails which started out friendly and quite possibly deteriorated into hate calls...

after TWO weeks of this absolute nonsense i decided to text the guy as a last resort. and not two minutes later i got a response. WTF?? anywho... i asked him if there were any openings for august and he told me that there was a waiting list for their apartments {cue legit steam coming out of my ears like in old saturday morning cartoons}. i sent him back a shockingly polite text which basically said that since he had ignored my 8 million calls and voicemails i would assume that we would be moved up to our proper place on the list. to which he replied that the list consisted solely of us. more WTF. so then i'm all, okay. PUT US ON THE LIST.

so then i wait and wait and wait to hear back about if we are gonna get a place. and finally i decide to text the little bugger again to see what's up and after about a million more tries he finally says that he doesn't know if anyone is moving out and that no one has to say for sure until june. GAY. so we became tigers again and hunted and prowled and almost let ourselves get suckered into an unfurnished place nearly 10 blocks south of campus which is actually MORE expensive than our current place. dumb. but we caught ourselves just in time and decided we'd better hunt some more.

cue second conversation with brock. he casually mentions that his friend just signed a contract for august at that very lovely, not ghetto, extremely close to campus, married housing apartment complex. and i honestly almost fell over {and maybe let out a few minor cuss words. so sue me}. mr. dtf and i had had enough and immediately mounted our bikes and tore down the streets of provo towards said complex. and we knocked on doors after 8 p.m. and we asked every single resident if they were or weren't planning on moving out any time soon. and you know what? we found TWO couples who said they were moving out, one of which specifically said they were leaving at the end of august and that they hadn't sold their contract to anyone yet and they gave us the number of someone who could ACTUALLY get us a contract to sign. so that's our plan for tomorrow. and hopefully we will NOT be homeless come august. and hopefully my little tiger growl wasn't too terribly offensive to those poor unsuspecting people whose doors we knocked on so late at night in the middle of finals week.

have any of you guys had this much trouble finding housing? can i get an amen?

also, the compliments? yeah, all of em... you are killing me. WAY TOO NICE. but also thanks because i'm not gonna lie, they make me feel RILL good.

love,
mrs. dtf

p.s. sorry for the novel!
p.p.s. it's after 4 a.m. and mr. dtf just said, "can you do all of the work? i'm too tired," in his sleep. and it might be the fact that it's after 4 a.m. and i still have at least an hour's worth of work to do on this dumb project, but i found this to be terribly humorous.

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