The search for an apartment continues, after a brief hiatus on the 4th. Things are not looking good. There are no short-term leases, the month-to-month rentals we've found have been too expensive or come with roommates, and we've given up on finding a furnished place altogether. We're facing two complications: 1. We don't know if we'll be here longer than three months. 2. We don't even know if we'll be here past next week, since the Spain/New York job is once again in the mix.
At this point, we're pretty much ready to wash our hands of the whole Sacramento experiment and hightail it back East. Nothing is working out the way we expected. We still don't see anyone on the street, and there's no "downtown" like we're used to; no shopping strip, no big bookstore, and we still haven't found a grocery store. But I realize now why no one's outside: it's the hottest place I've ever been--over 100 each day; it's hard to breathe outside. Being outside even for a few minutes makes my skin feel so hot and tight it's like being a rotisserie chicken. And the car we have is already proving a pain; we have to keep running outside to feed the parking meter, and we can't seem to rustle up enough quarters. Where, where, are all the professional thirty-year-old couples? Where are they living? What are they doing? Where do they buy their groceries???
Of course, if he loves the job here, we'll be fine--then we'll be able to find a nice apartment that we can really be excited about. The problem is just trying to find something cheap and short-term, which limits our options considerably. We've seen some beautiful houses and apartments here that would be wonderful--we just can't consider those at this juncture. And I'm sure the city will grow on us once we understand it a little more.
In any case, our moods are less than happy right now, and we're wondering if we shouldn't just pack it in. I'm sure we'll feel differently tomorrow but I wanted to record this low spell nonetheless...