This Must Be The Place (I Hope)

Greetings and salutations, one and all. :c)

At long last, I think I have some good news to share.

Ready? :c)

I think I found an apartment! Yea!

I looked at a number of them the past few weeks. I was interested in two, but in both cases the current tenant decided to stay. That was a bit frustrating.

And the realtors... well, suffice it to say they would all do well in politics. They seem to lie as a matter of course.

But I think I finally found a good one - that is, a good realtor and a good apartment.

I'd seen an apartment on craigslist about ten days ago while on my lunch break that looked promising. I made a note to check it out when I got home. When I did the listing had been removed, so I forgot about it.

Then it popped up again on Thursday night. So first thing Friday morning I called the realtor, L.

I liked her instantly. She was very funny, and a straight shooter. So we made plans to look at it on Saturday morning.

I got there before L. As soon as I pulled up, I got a feeling that this was the one. The house was beautiful, and it's on the corner of a quiet street. In 15 minutes I only saw two cars pass by.

When she arrived, we met the owner. She's 87 years old, *very* nice, and sharp as a tack. She's lived there her entire life. And the house smelled like apple pie. That was encouraging, needless to say. :c)

The apartment is the top two floors, and it is gorgeous. L and I were both mystified that it was still available, as it's apparently been on the market since mid-September. The landlord told us only three people had looked at it so far, and they'd all passed. How strange.

It was spotless. And I mean *spotless.* L looked around and said, "This makes me want to go home and clean my house. I won't... but it makes me want to." <lol>

It is huge. The first level (the second floor) has the living room and dining room, the kitchen, the bathroom, and one bedroom. It's all carpeted, except for the kitchen and bathroom (of course).

The second level (the third floor) has a second bedroom and another smaller room that could be a half bedroom or a small office. The two full bedrooms have air conditioners already installed.

Oh, did I mention that it also comes with a washer and dryer, and has two parking spots, one of which is in a garage? Pinch me, right?

We spoke briefly with the landlord before we left. She grew up in the house, and has lived there her entire life. In fact, her father was a barber, and owned the barber shop literally across the corner.

She was very nice, and seemed to like me too. "You seem like a quiet young man," she said at one point.

I thought, "Well, one for three, anyway." <g> But I just smiled and said, "Well, quiet, anyway," which made her laugh.

(I got the impression she will be OK when I tell her. I've been checking them out as I go through this process, needless to say.)

Once we said our goodbyes, I told L I wanted to take it right then and there. She agreed, saying I would be crazy to pass it up.

I spoke with her again late Saturday afternoon. She said everything looks good. The landlady's nephew helps her with her business affairs, and he asked if I would mind meeting him before they commit.

I said I'd be happy to, of course, so we may meet briefly tomorrow after work. But she said he may decide it's OK, because apparently the landlord took a liking to me.

Hopefully this will be it, and I can move in at the beginning of November. So cross those fingers, please! I promise to post the verdict as soon as I know.

Have a great week, all!

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The title of this, my favorite Talking Heads song, seemed appropriate as the title of this post: