Sorry to make our three readers stare for more than a week at that hideous picture of the three pounds of meatloaf I ate at Logan's Roadhouse. Husbear's still in Killeen, plugging away on this commercial 15 hours a day 7 days a week, while I have undertaken the job of finding us a place to live.
I've had an awful lot of conversations in the past week that have gone something like this:
me: "Yes, I saw an ad on Craigslist for a 1/1 apartment in North Central Austin - where exactly is the apartment?"
agent: "Well, how familiar are you with the area just south of Dallas?"
And when I've finally gotten in to see a couple of apartment locators, they've been dismissive of our insistence on a 1/1 within 5 miles north of downtown for under $800 a month, so they've been repeatedly taking me to 165-unit Godzilla complexes in bumfuck nowhere that cost... wait for it... $800 a month!
I actually looked at an apartment in an INDUSTRIAL PARK, between UPS and the USPS processing facility! Half of our rent would have gone towards maintaining the three "sparkling" pools, the 30-piece fitness center, and the indoor basketball court!
I finally made contact yesterday with a locating company that works with smaller properties (Igloo Hunters, and they've been great), and the agent showed me four places out of six that I could really see working for us. I've had to give up on the dream of bringing our washer and dryer with us, but that's workable, as long as we have a dishwasher again.
Hopefully, we'll have this worked out by the end of the week, and I can go back to posts about how much we miss the wondrous food of Southeast Asia, especially when we find ourselves in Killeen eating 1. room service or 2. Papa John's. I kid you not.