The depressing cottage

I went to look at a cottage today. 
$1500 a month in Menlo Park. Sounded pretty, landlady 70 (name of LouAnn),  sounded nice.
It was nice except for the fatally beige plush carpeting, the seriously drab beige bathroom with fiberglas shower and the rotted out deck outside the slideglass windows of the bedroom wall.
Oh, and the huge amount of trash in LouAnn's yard. 
In other words, depressing beyond belief.
Depressing beyond "Yes, I'll take it."
Depressing.

In 60 days I will be living somewhere else, by myself, and I have no idea where.
That thought is amazing.
And right now, it's depressing.