Some of you may already know (well really, if you’ve spent a minute with me recently I’m sure you know because I’ve been busting with pride). 

My son landed a dream job and he is moving halfway to Florida.  That move sent us apartment hunting for his dream first apartment in a city brand new to all of us.

Amongst friends, I’ll age myself.  In the old days, when I looked for apartments we followed listings in newspapers.  Local papers and less than local papers. 

We followed the same process when we were house hunting.  A couple of weeks ago I found the notebook I kept while we were house hunting. It was a research treasure trove of useless information.  I had cut each little ad out of the paper, taped it into a page in my notebook and then recorded everything we needed to know, while tracking the progress of any properties we liked.  If I’m not mistaken we looked at 107 properties.  It was a hot market.

This time, however, before ever leaving the house my son had narrowed the choices down to five or six properties.  We had seen photos and virtual tours and made appointments to visit.   With that legwork accomplished, we were able to find, narrow and select Eric’s new apartment within 48 hours – signed lease and all.

Times have changed, this one I think for the better.