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Armed with the feedback given to me by readers for what makes a place female friendly, I have been on the hunt for a new place to live. I have come to one clear, indisputable conclusion:

Finding a place is harder than HGTV makes it look.

I’m looking to rent, not buy, which should (in theory) make the process easier on me. I’m not looking for a place to live for 15+ years. I’m looking for a place to live for six or twelve months, and then I’ll see where I’m at and go from there.

My wish list? Oh, nothing extreme. I just want an awesome place in an awesome location for an insanely low, awesome price.

(Coincidentally, I would name the place “Fort Awesome.”)

Should be easy, right?

Well, it’s not.

There are two homes I’m considering. I don’t have photos of either to show all of you, but I’ll do you one better. I’ll paint mental pictures for you with my words. Doesn’t that sound like fun? No? Well, aren’t you the joykill.

House A and House B are located less than a minute from each other. Both are close to where I work (less than 7 minutes away) and ridiculously close to my gym. When it comes to location, House A and B are equals.

House A has hardwood floors in parts of the house. This is good.

House A also has carpet, inexplicably, in the kitchen. This is bad.

House B has tile in the kitchen. This is good. It has no hardwood floors, but the carpet is fairly nice. Carpet isn’t ideal, but I can live with it.

House A, in the rooms where it doesn’t have hardwood floors (including the kitchen!), has shabby, ugly carpet. This is bad.

House A has one full bath and one half bath. However, the half bath (off the master bedroom) is barely big enough for an infant child to fit inside. This is bad.

House B also has one full bath and one half bath. Its half bath is actually human size. This is good.

House B has a garage for my car. I have never had a garage. This is good.

House B’s garage is detached. This isn’t the end of the world, but on days where it’s raining really hard, I’m not going to like it.

House A doesn’t have a garage, but it has a carport. And said carport is attached to the home. That means I can get from house to car and car to house without getting wet on rainy days.

House A has an ideal, perfectly-sized dining room with hardwood floors for my antique table. This is good.

House B has two places where I could put my antique table, but I do not consider either of them ideal.

House B has an ideal place for the pool table given to me five Christmases ago as a gift. This is a good thing.

House A has no room for my pool table. It would have to remain in storage (i.e. in my parent’s bonus room), which is where it’s been the past five years.

(Oh, did I not mention that the mental picture I’m painting you with words was going to be random and unorganized? Hopefully you guys have been jotting down notes so you can keep track of which house has what.)

There’s more, but you guys get the idea. Each house has pros and cons.

I guess the real questions I should ask are these:

If I’m not 100% pleased with either house, should I pass on both and wait for something better to come along? Will something better come along? Given the emphasis I seem to be placing on location, it’s possible nothing better will come along in the near future.

Decisions, decisions.

I guess I should just relax and daydream about Fort Awesome some more. Did you notice how it has a mote to keep the riffraff away?

That’s my favorite part.

Enjoy your Memorial Weekends, everyone.

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