Roommate Wanted:

I used to tune into The New Girl simply to giggle at (and completely relate to) Zooey Deschanel’s congenial awkwardness, but lately it’s been to admire the loft style apartment she shares with her roommates.

It seems most famous sitcoms boast beautiful loft style apartments in the heart of a city.  Take Friends and Sex in the City as a selection of a myriad of possible examples.
Tonight starts my search for my dream loft and I have only a few general requirements:
-Open floor plan
-Exposed brick
-Wood Floors
-Large window sills (not necessarily large windows, though)
-Walking distance to the rest of humanity (Coffee shops, bars, etc.)
-A vibrant history, or a least some sort of a story.  I want something that had an enchanting past that brings character to the future.
That being said, I may need roommates.  I honestly tried to draft up general requirements for a future roommate, but found a “warning” letter much more sufficient for a prospective roommate.
Dear Future Roommate,
-You better be ready for a wide array of wild and crazy nights on the town, when I think that my dance moves are comparable to “Step It Up”.  Christina Milian has nothing on me when I “Drop it down low then bring it up slow” (so I think in that very moment).  
-DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT take me to a bar to talk religion, politics, or Star Wars.  I WILL lecture your ear off (and probably get repetitive), you have been warned.  Don’t get me wrong, I’d gladly talk these subjects with you, but for your own safety, a coffee shop or the comfort of our own home will suffice.  
(Red light saber is and always will be the best light saber.)
-Have you ever booked a last minute ticket to the other side of the country?  Great, I’ve been known to do that regularly –  my preferences lie with the East Coast, but I’m always up for experiencing  new people and places.
-I also don’t limit my last minute trips to air travel.  Be prepared to become Amtrak regulars, especially if we live in Holland; that puts Chicago at 3 hours and $28 away….
-I am creatively messy.  I tend to keep my mess to my bedroom, specifically my desk and under my bed, so it’s bearable.  Despite the mess, I always know where everything is.  
-We can try to have movie nights, but after about 20 minutes, I will eventually tune out to my computer, a book, or some other form of entertainment.  I blame Nickelodeon for shaping my attention span at such a critically impressionable age.
-I will gladly cook meals, on a trade off basis.  Yes, I am a woman. No, that does not mean I am a certified chef or your personal butler.  (That goes for dishes as well)
-Expect regular “Risky Business” reenactments, I fully intend on using those wood floors.
-Do you have a bi-polar music taste? Fabulous. We’ll need to invest in apartment surround sound, then.  I’ve been known to go from Hans Zimmer, Mumford and Sons, and Backstreet Boys in a matter of hours.
-I was not blessed with vocals, but I will sing to Colbie Caillat like no one is listening and you might be right beside me.  I apologize in advance.
-I might appear to be introverted, but within the safety of our own home, I will randomly break out in song and dance, be prepared to complete a verse when I forget a piece of the chorus.
-Yes, I’m a Psychology major, and no that does not mean I am analyzing your every move.  You’ll actually find that I am a very oblivious person, yet completely aware of the world at the same time.  Weird and contradicting, I know.
-Video games. See my caveat about movies and subtract 18 minutes to my attention span.  I don’t like video games, I’m open to new experiences, but I find nothing invigorating about reacting war scenes, bashing in another guy’s brains, or stealing cars on a television screen.  Pokemon and Gameboys are completely another story, though.
-Like designating nights for searching the skies for satellites and/or meteorites?  Perfect. I may drag you out to the beach or local park but we might have to hop a few fences because West Michigan likes to close state parks at 10 pm (not exactly prime satellite searching time).
-You’ve been known to reread your favorite author, be ready to share your book with me.
-I absolutely love dressing up, but I also can be the grungiest of the grungy, days-off are synonyms for no-makeup-hair-on-top-of-the-head-sweats-days.
-I have an awkward habit of diving into the world and trying to understand everyone and everything within in it, yet I like to coil back to my own personal space.  I have the ability to go from extroversion to introversion like it’s a social chameleon superpower.
 -I’m colorblind, so I like the bold colors: deep red, cobalt blue, and black  The more fancy you get, the more you lose me and the colors look the same.  I may need you to inform me when my outfit clashes. 
-You have an embarrassing keepsake you take with you everywhere.  Don’t worry, I will never judge you.  To be honest, I have my “duckie” that’s been with me around the world and back and looks more like a rag than stuffed animal and I’m determined it’ll follow me everywhere.
-Finally, I’m a night owl.  I am currently up writing this blog post at 3:03 am.  This habit probably will not change any time soon.  I’m only a morning person when I have to be, and even then, you don’t want to be near me until I’ve had my morning coffee.
If you feel as though you can embrace and identify with these warnings/confessions, inquire within.

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