“This is the one!” I’ve exclaimed firmly to a number of rental agents in my life, after only walking inside a couple of steps. They say there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but when it comes to apartments, I’m a believer. Every single one of my apartment searches have started with me walking through a series of spaces that were okay, nice — even perfectly potential. And they’ve all ended with me calling off the search as soon as I walked through the door of the “one.” I’ve just known instantly for each of the last seven homes I’ve lived in. This is both a good and bad thing.