Where Is My Home?

Looking for an apartment is always a time consuming venture, but we need to find a place closer to the University.
I saw the most perfect apartment several months ago, but the location wasn't right.
Then we looked at a well-lighted and aired apartment in a central location, but it was too small.
After that we saw a very large apartment with a garden, but it  was a little too expensive. The location was good, in that Al could get to school fairly quickly.
For me, no location will be as good as the present one, where I can reach several shops or parks without too much trouble. To be able to get to the store and buy some fresh cucumbers, and another day to another one to buy some good yogurt, gives me a little freedom and the satisfaction that I can do a little something for myself. If we were to live in a more spread out area, I would be able to do nothing at all unless I buy some sort of electric vehicle that you can drive on the sidewalk.
The best looking apartment, well-lighted, good price, good location, fresh warm-color paint, nice wood-look floor, was on the fifth floor. But going up one flight of stairs to get into the building, and 5 more to get to the apartment, would probably ensure that once there I would just stay. I would never get outside and I would get really depressed. The ground floor was surrounded by senseless arches. It might look nice from a distance, but after you go through the arches you are in a neglected basement-like place, with open floor good  for nothing  but crawling area for roaches or lizards--not secure enough for storing things in, or comfortable enough to lounge in.
The last apartment we saw at night, so I can't be sure what it would be like in the daytime. The living room might be nice, but the rest of it wasn't impressive. The clothesline got no sunshine at all. If you walk down a long parking lot and up a couple long ramps with high cement walls on both sides, there are some dingy but handy shops. I don't know what the purpose of all that cement is.
To be in contact with the ground or within a few steps of nature seems to me to be most important. Even in the city, near dusty and noisy streets, it seems right to be on the ground. Walking outside on warm cement, or on the same ground that trees gladly grow in, is what it takes for me to feel that I am not stuck on a shelf or in a cage or prison.
I am sure that when I see the right place, I will know it. If I can't find the right place, I will just have to pick one and make it the right place. That would mean painting it a nice color and arranging it just right. And buying all the necessary furniture and things. It could be sort of fun, or it could be a huge hassle. Probably a little of both.