We got to the apartment, which was in a building that was a little run down on the outside. We went inside the building and knocked on the door to the apartment, and it was the K. family (I played high school soccer with A.K., who was one grade ahead of me). They were renting out their "basement" apartment that was a five bedroom place, with a full deluxe kitchen, washer/dryer (in one appliance...?), several mini-rooms/offices, a loft, stairs (yes, the apartment was two-stories), a patio that overlooked the outside busy main street, a view of the river (which sloshed up against the double-pane windows; obviously on a different side of the building from the patio). They allowed pets, too, which was good since I had Cash and Diamond in the carrier and was cradling Raider in my arms. Each room was furnished and decorated like different rooms at IKEA - very organized and color-schemed throughout. I went to the sliding door that overlooked the patio and saw my softball game continuing without me and sighed.
I turned to A.K. and asked how much they were asking for rent. She told me, "one grand, that's it." My eyes just about bugged out of my head. I was about to ask who had access to the apartment, as it was the "basement" of the K.'s house, but my mother interuppted my thought by pulling me aside and asking me if I was going to ask Boyfriend to move in with me. She then proceded to ramble on about the kind of wedding dress material I wanted and I cut her off and insisted that Boyfriend and I were NOT getting married, even if he decided that he wanted to move into this absolute steal of an apartment.
