Ugh, suburbs. My boyfriend and I just moved to another state, and having to do our search from afar meant moving into a place without knowing the area. It is all houses and confusing roads that lead to more identical houses and I get lost all the time and it is the fucking worst. But ask me again when the culture shock wears off?
@ScroogeMcDuck Thanks! It definitely seemed weird, but I'm glad to have it confirmed. It was such a lovely place. Sigh.
This makes me laugh, because my bf is a huge groupon/coupon/saving money fiend. Sometimes it's annoying when he doesn't want to go to a place because he doesn't have a coupon for it, but it's not a huge deal. I guess he actually did use a coupon for our first date, but he used it to buy both of our tickets for an event ahead of time. I think it's cute. When he met my mother, we went to lunch and he asked if she would care if we went to a place he had a groupon for. I didn't think so, but we didn't end up going there after all. Since I'm not terribly good with money (but I'm trying!), I have to say, my bf's attention to detail in this area is a plus, not a minus.
This is rather timely, as I'm looking at rentals right now. I replied to one ad for a place on Craigslist, and when the person got back to me, he wanted me to go to a free credit report place, which would then email him my credit score. That was a scam, right? He wouldn't give me any real info on the house until I did that. Which I didn't, because it seemed sketchy to me.
@PicNic I know the horrors of the eye twitch. Try upping your potassium- baking (and eating) banana bread is a good place to start!
@Beaks That makes sense. And since I am not inclined to ask either of my parents about that time in our lives, I think I'll just assume that's what they did!
@garli I hear you. To this day, my father insists he helped my mother pay for my college. He did not. My mother is inclined to just let it slide, especially since she rarely has to deal with him, but it is an instant rage inducer for me.
Phew, this brings up so many emotions for this (now an adult) child of divorced children. My parents must have had some seamless way of making sure everything was paid for, because I can't remember money ever changing hands. It does make me curious now, though.
Haha, I ran away when I was a year and a half old. I was gone for about thirty minutes, and I'd taken the two family dogs with me. And then I came back! Nobody will let me forget it, despite the fact that I don't remember it.