We all know that looking for an apartment is a time-consuming and painful process. You spend hours scouring Craigslist and hitting up friends in the area in an endless search for the perfect place to call home. Meanwhile you need a place to crash: a friend's place, a hotel, a short-term sublet, something.
For three weeks I housesat in suburbia. It was a solid 15 minute drive from decent public transportation, but the house was equipped with everything I could possibly need, from cooking implements to multiple bookcases full of reading material. But when that couple came back, it was time to move on. So here I am, crashing at a high school friend's place, while he housesits for him mom.
My friend is a surgical resident, which means he is never home. So his apartment is everything you would expect from a single, male, doctor. The decor is black and white, and modern. His bookshelves contain required reading from high school, medical textbooks, and the odd picture frame. His fridge contains tortillas, some bread, guacamole, hummus, beer, and something molding. And his kitchen lacks many of the basics that someone who likes to cook would consider essential. While cooking pasta yesterday, I could not find salt. Anywhere. He has garlic salt, pepper, basil, and dill, but no regular cooking salt. I might have to go buy some for him...
Other items that would be useful:
- Cheese grater
- Bottle opener (so confused by this one because he has beer, maybe I just couldn't find it)
- Measuring cups
- Any sort of baking implement
- I could go on...but you get the picture
He does, however, have everything you need to make drinks, including a muddler, multiple shot glasses, and giant bottles of gin and vodka. Of course.