I’m supposed to fly to San Diego and go apartment hunting on Tuesday. I was first given a list of our priorities for specific amenities we can’t live without, a maximum rent amount, and a list of very swanky areas to look in. Our conversations have gone something like this lately:

Chris: *slams phone down in frustration* “That place I just called falsely advertised the washer/dryer in each unit! I’m swearing off every single property with the name ______!!!”

Candy: makes note to scratch off every single property with the name _____.

Chris: “So and so told me _________ (certain area of San Diego) is really bad. Don’t look for any apartments in that area.”

Candy: makes note to scratch off every single property in said area.

Chris: “I heard _________ (certain area of San Diego) is also really bad. Don’t look for any apartments in that area.”

Candy: makes note to scratch off every single property in said area.

Chris: “So and so lives in _________ (certain area of San Diego) but I saw what might’ve looked like a dilapidated building there, it was dark, so I wasn’t sure, but swear off that entire area as well. And anything within a 50 mile radius of the possibly dilapidated building.”

Candy: completely ignores suggestion.

Chris: “I refuse to drive more than _________ (said miles) to work each day.”

Candy: draws even smaller circle around workplace.

Chris: “Aughhhhh!!!! aljelajfalwk ajgoseji aweoarjoejipjgafhgahd aslei jig fpoe jksjei lsia jils !!!!!!

*parts of dialogue were exaggerated for effect.

I’m left with very, VERY few options now. All due to overreactions, misinformation, hype or hearsay. And rather than argue, I’ve very grudgingly volunteered to go to San Diego myself to look at said areas and start the search for real. I can understand my husband’s frustrations, but I really want this to be a happy moving experience. Not one where we feel unsure about our decisions on where to live. If it gives him piece of mind, and gives me PEACE, then I will search every nook and cranny of San Diego until they ban me from that city for being a nuisance. In which case, our apartment problem will be over with.

Oh, and while I’m looking at apartments, I’ll make sure to throw in some restaurant reviews for your patience for putting up with me.