Verbalized – A running commentary.

Differences of opinion

My list of priorities when evaluating apartments:

  1. Must have hardwood floors. This, although utterly shallow, is a complete deal-breaker for me. My decorating vision and carpet or tile just don’t complement each other.
  2. Must have a kitchen that does not inspire revulsion, claustrophobia, or panic. If total counter space does not exceed one square foot, or if the fridge harbours the odor of something dead, I probably can’t envision myself whipping up gourmet dinners there.
  3. Closet space must be adequate. Adequate, in this case, refers to the ability to accommodate all my clothing and at least sixty pairs of shoes with ease.
  4. When I look in the corners, nothing should appear to be crawling.
  5. It needs to have the “it” factor: By “it”, I mean that I have to be able to envision myself hosting a dinner party or wine and cheese night there for a large group of friends.

My mother’s list of priorities when helping me evaluate apartments:

  1. Do the doors lock?
  2. What is the likelihood that the building will survive a 9.0 earthquake without so much as a crack?
  3. Do any drug dealers, pedophiles, or otherwise generally creepy people live in the building?
  4. Are there — or has there ever been — so much as one single insect or rodent in or within a three kilometre radius of the building?
  5. Is the neighbourhood home to respectable, upstanding citizens?