hello.hello.hola.

  Joshua and I went downtown this week to take the next steps in the rental process (which mostly involved us presenting and discussing the list of repairs that need to be done before we move in).

While we were there, licenciado Wolley - the quirky apartment manager that deserves a blog post all to himself - mentioned that the apartment on the floor right above where we are looking is now also for rent - and did we want to take a look at apartment #8?

Of course we did . . . so yesterday we took a little family trip to check it all out;  apartment #8 is obviously in better condition than apartment #5- - there is no linoleum plastered over the kitchen tile, the floors are shinier and the walls are whiter.

Now my head is spinning:  sure, apartment 8 is in better shape,  but a little part of me wonders if #5 would be a better choice since the renovations will have to be more drastic?  (goodness! I suffer intensely, don't you think?)


Really though, 99% of me already knows that we will chose apartment #8 because it has a bathtub - something that #5 does not have;
and well . . . the kiddos were thrilled about the bathtub.
I hear a whisper in my heart
that tells me
that a good way to show my family love right now,
is to choose the apartment with the darn bathtub.