I finally did it: I moved into a loft in downtown Kansas City! This has been a dream of mine since I first walked into a loft in the Rivermarket when I was 12 years old (was it really that long ago?!). At that time I didn’t know anything about the life in the ‘Market but I knew it’s where I eventually wanted to be. I love the concrete floors, open floor plans, exposed brick, and high ceilings. To me, the possibilities are endless!
When I came back from Moldova, though, I wasn’t quite ready. The finances weren’t in line, and I didn’t want to stick around long. In addition to all of the above, I didn’t have time to look. So, when I was presented with a “mini house” halfway between work and babysitting (a 20 minute drive to either place) I decided to take it. It was a house to myself, no loud neighbors to deal with, and, well, adorable. But then I’d pay my bills, and before I know it another month had passed and it was that time again. I was spending money on the luxury of living alone. Ironically, I often felt alone. My evenings were spent socializing when I wasn’t babysitting but that 20 minute drive always seemed super long late at night and I dreaded going home to an empty house.
So I searched Craigslist.
Yes, I know the hype behind Craigslist. It is VERY important to be careful and smart about who you respond to an what you post and where you meet. But I was desperate so I searched.
What I found was a sublet for a loft in the Rivermarket. The girl I’d be taking over for needed to leave due to personal reasons. The rent was reasonable the same as my mini-house (which includes almost all utilities), and as it turns out, I had French classes at KU with the roommate. (Small world). It seemed perfect. So I moved. Yesterday. With the assistance of Dad who just so happened to be in town from Albuquerque!
It was an awesome feeling arriving to my new home last night, 5 minutes from where I was hanging out with co-workers (and Dad). I pulled into the garage to see a car parked incorrectly in a spot, and it was still running, so I was suspicious. I entered into the building and peeked through the door. When I saw it was a woman and a teen girl, I stopped my peeking and headed to the elevator. Shortly thereafter they walked in behind me and said they were suspicious of someone “lurking”. They later admitted they knew it was me, and they were suspicious. Ok, maybe we are both guilty. #noseygladys
An hour or so after doing some more unpacking and organizing, it was bed time… But not without a few lessons.
Loft living lesson #1: lurk less suspiciously
Loft living lesson #2: trains are loud at all times of the night.