I've been listening to a lot of Beirut lately. It makes me proud of my dirty gypsy roots. And it's a veritable smorgasbord for the ears (I'll use "smorgasbord" because I don't know the Hungarian word for buffet).
House hunt update: 2 bummers of viewings. 1 on deck.
The house near Rundle Park was a huge let down. Nowhere near as lovely as suggested in the photos. In downright disrepair, even- loose tiles, draughty design, a back door designed for midgets, and a front stoop so rotted I thought I was going to fall through. What made it even more upsetting is that it was literally the ONLY house in the neighbourhood that looked like a craphole. Take your pick of lovely little houses for sale, however. If we do buy a place, we're looking in that neighbourhood first.
The cute little red-doored house was nice, clean, newly renovated, and by far in the best shape of all the places we've looked at, but applying for tenancy more or less involves signing away all of your rights and freedoms. The thoroughness of the application made me quite uneasy. After all, we're trying to get away from the whole management company aspect of apartment living.(P.S. I don't care that 'optional' is put after it, asking for a potential tenants SIN is ILLEGAL.) I was seriously unimpressed with the bluetoothed young agent as well, who seemed more like a fast-talking, commission-minded swindler than a rental agent.
Tonight, we're venturing over to the South side for the first time to see a house through a friend of a friend, which is nice (Thanks Olga!). We heart the casual. It's close to the River Valley, a direct route to school, is in a pretty, tree-y older area, and looks nice from what we could tell. It kind of reminded me of some of the older neighbourhoods on the West side of Main St. in Vancouver. We stealthily did a drive-by late last night. We'll see.
I'll try to photo-document our trials henceforth.
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