Apartment Stalking

Okay, some people go "Apartment Hunting" in the regular fashion. Not that I really know what that would be, because I've never done it before, never mind in "regular fashion" (and really, what do I ever do in "regular fashion" anyway?). Still, I imagine that it involves looking places up in some sort of publication and then making the appropriate arrangements to go and see the places. Today, Lisa and I went through the renter's guide and the Saturday classifieds, circled some promising looking places, and then ate dinner. At 8:30 I announced that I had a desire for something with chocolate. The best sources of chocolate also happen to be in the same neighbourhoods as the apartment listings we circled. So it was decided. We would go, at 8:30 pm on a Saturday night, and do drive-bys, or as we decided to call it, Apartment Stalking.

Naturally, there is a particular style one must sport when Apartment Stalking. The idea is to be stealthy. We both decided this meant wearing our newly purchased leather jackets (which we bought together last weekend, with the excuse, "hey, I don't have to save for a house anymore, I can go shopping again!"). I also wore my trademark pink hat. Stealthy indeed.

First stop was described as a loft on the corner of Academy and Borebank. This one excited us because it was in ritzy River Heights.


Next stop was Grosvenor Ave., which had a number of good looking candidates. I took Lisa's picture in front of one of our favourites, The Ritz.



Now Lisa is really into these old character places. Me, not so much. To me, "character" means no air conditioning, old and finicky fixtures and appliances, creaky floors, and not very open floor plans. I am worried that this is where you find the granola crunchers of the city. This is another reason why it is best that we have decided not to live together, but just close enough so that we can visit often. What did appeal to me though? The building on River Ave., just before it turns into Wellington Crescent (arguably one of, if not the most exclusive streets in Winnipeg, Wellington runs along the Assiniboine River).


One of the places (not the one pictured above) listed on Wellington featured valet parking and a doorman. That's where I SHOULD be, although I'm not sure if Truck would much appreciate a stranger parking him (oh yeah, the exorbitant amount that they want for rent has absolutely nothing to do with why that place didn't make my list).

After what we called a successful evening of stalking, we headed to Baked Expectations on Osborne for "something with chocolate". We were feeling good about our literal steps to the next big thing in our lives.



Yes, I think the next chapter of A Jill Story has begun. I have been waiting some time for it now. I call it:

Living Like Rockstars

It's my new theme. It means music, fashion, glamour, travel, and the swankiest little place my modest salary can afford for me to rest my head at in between all the fun.

Rock on.