The long walk
Last night I made an appointment to view another apartment. This one was not too far from me. I though that as I looked at the map on Google and when my nephew took a dry run in the car so I could physically see where it was. I knew I would be on my own getting there later. My mom suggested calling a cab. I thought why call a cab it looked close enough to walk to. After all according to the map distance it was only 1.5 miles away. My mind said you can do it. You have walked further. My mind was right. I have walked further many times. But, my mind forgot my body hasn't walked that far recently. But, off I went. My body was like are you nuts woman? So, the map didn't say anything about this route being a part up hill walk.
My legs needed a rest a half mile into this walk. My son was happily walking along holding a flashlight just in case it got dark on the way back. My sister walked beside me and seemed not to mind my little stop breaks.
Forty five minutes after we left and with a good 15 minutes to spare we were finally there. I must have looked tired cause the toddler walking with his dad asked me if I needed some water. I should have probably taken some with me.
Shortly after we arrived a young man walked up. He had his music in his ears and his phone in his hand looking down. He glanced up for a minute and asked if we were there to see the apartment. I nodded yes and he said he was too. After about ten minutes and a look around the building we saw another man walk up carrying a clipboard with papers. We knew he was most likely the guy showing
the place. He passed by us without a word. So there we stood looking confused. A few minutes later the guy with the clipboard came to the end of the driveway where we were standing. He asked if we were here to see the place. Off we went following him to an apartment in the back.
The lights were on and the guy with the clipboard stood outside texting and said we could look around he stood outside.
Once inside there wasn't much to see. The living room was average for apartments around here. Off to the kitchen which was five feet from the living room. It was tiny. A tiny stove sat in one corner and near it was a very small sink. I could see myself washing two plates at a time in that small sink. I doubt if it could hold much more.
Then next the very tiny bathroom. Let's just say you barely had enough room to do what you needed to do in there. I was starting to notice a pattern here a small one. Moving on through the narrow hallway, on the end was one bedroom. This wasn't the master bedroom. I knew because the closet wasn't very large. On the other side was the master bedroom. It had a bigger closet. Reminded me of my childhood room sort of. Nothing was new or updated. I sort of figured that before I saw it because of the asking price of the rent. It was low for Berkeley. The closer you get to the university the higher the rent goes. This place was pretty reasonably priced considering you weren't too far from campus.
After a maybe 7 min look around we walked outside. On the second floor, there were only two floors, was a little girl and her mom and grandmother standing in front of their place watering numerous hanging plants in front of their door. They all said hello. The little girl kept smiling at my son. Perhaps it was because he was wearing his version of a homemade headband, basketball style or not. But she seemed intrigued nonetheless.
The walk back home was easier then the walk there and seemed quicker. It probably wasn't but felt that way.
So, tomorrow the search continues. By that time I hope my legs stop hurting.
My legs needed a rest a half mile into this walk. My son was happily walking along holding a flashlight just in case it got dark on the way back. My sister walked beside me and seemed not to mind my little stop breaks.
Forty five minutes after we left and with a good 15 minutes to spare we were finally there. I must have looked tired cause the toddler walking with his dad asked me if I needed some water. I should have probably taken some with me.
Shortly after we arrived a young man walked up. He had his music in his ears and his phone in his hand looking down. He glanced up for a minute and asked if we were there to see the apartment. I nodded yes and he said he was too. After about ten minutes and a look around the building we saw another man walk up carrying a clipboard with papers. We knew he was most likely the guy showing
the place. He passed by us without a word. So there we stood looking confused. A few minutes later the guy with the clipboard came to the end of the driveway where we were standing. He asked if we were here to see the place. Off we went following him to an apartment in the back.
The lights were on and the guy with the clipboard stood outside texting and said we could look around he stood outside.
Once inside there wasn't much to see. The living room was average for apartments around here. Off to the kitchen which was five feet from the living room. It was tiny. A tiny stove sat in one corner and near it was a very small sink. I could see myself washing two plates at a time in that small sink. I doubt if it could hold much more.
Then next the very tiny bathroom. Let's just say you barely had enough room to do what you needed to do in there. I was starting to notice a pattern here a small one. Moving on through the narrow hallway, on the end was one bedroom. This wasn't the master bedroom. I knew because the closet wasn't very large. On the other side was the master bedroom. It had a bigger closet. Reminded me of my childhood room sort of. Nothing was new or updated. I sort of figured that before I saw it because of the asking price of the rent. It was low for Berkeley. The closer you get to the university the higher the rent goes. This place was pretty reasonably priced considering you weren't too far from campus.
After a maybe 7 min look around we walked outside. On the second floor, there were only two floors, was a little girl and her mom and grandmother standing in front of their place watering numerous hanging plants in front of their door. They all said hello. The little girl kept smiling at my son. Perhaps it was because he was wearing his version of a homemade headband, basketball style or not. But she seemed intrigued nonetheless.
The walk back home was easier then the walk there and seemed quicker. It probably wasn't but felt that way.
So, tomorrow the search continues. By that time I hope my legs stop hurting.
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