My luck. My /luck/.
Jul. 14th, 2010 09:14 amWe've been apartment hunting, about 9am to 3pm yesterday (and yes, I am ridiculously sunburnt and sore), and weird shit be happening.
See, while coming out of our first apartment showing of the day (which I swear was done by the Landlady from Kung Fu Hustle), my roomie and I were discussing the validity of the options we'd seen so far. Three feet ahead of us is a woman carrying her groceries home, who later she said when she heard us talking about money her ears perked up a bit. So she apologized for listening in but she a building manager was trying to rent out this apartment and if we'd like to come by and look at it she'll be home most of the day oh yes two o'clock would be all right...
After other apartment related shenanigans, including being stood up for the second time and instead spending that time playing with Hydra the ridiculously excitable weimeraner and her owner, we decided we might as well swing over and see the place. Well, not actually the place, as that was being lived in and the tenant didn't want people just coming in when she wasn't there, but the building manager lived on the floor directly below and said her apartment was structurally identical so we could see that.
It was the Apartment of Win. The priciest, about 1100 and then utilities (although she said we might be able to talk it down a bit with the owner), but it was a three-bedroom the same price as a lot of two-bedrooms and my roomie-to-be is in love with it and if we can get a third after we move in (roomie wants to meet and vet all applicants first, so we can't advertise yet) we'll be in pretty good shape. There's big windows and plenty of room and the neighborhood appears to be an okay sort of neighborhood and all the necessities are there and it's got a breakfast nook.
And as we're leaving my roomie comments on the building manager's cookbooks, and she replies that she bakes often and may share what she bakes. Such as homemade biscuits. As we walk away my roomie and I have twin eyes of O_O and 'what the hell is the catch with this place, it's perfect'. The price is really the only thing making us look a bit askance, and we continue on to our final viewing and back to our hotel to rest our sore legs and troubled brains.
seiber: So it's like fate wants us to have this house.
aranamitouma: And also to have biscuits.
seiber: It's like...we left wondering what the catch was.
seiber: I mean, great apartment, options for a third, friendly landlord, serendipitious encounter, and as we're leaving she mentions she likes to give out her extra baked goods. It was what pushed it over into disbelief.
aranamitouma: She is secretly Granny Goodness.
aranamitouma: But it's okay, Darkseid will only come to hang out on your couch every once in a while.
seiber: Well, if he'll lower the rent a touch, I can deal with that.
After sending us the application papers and some sample bills so we can get a feel for what utitilities costs are like, the building manager emails us again last night saying she's gotten the owner to drop the price.
To $980.
At this point we started outright panicking because it just felt too good to be true. But we looked over scams and such and when we've actually been in her bedroom it's a bit hard to successfully scam someone, and it's just so...wow. Huh.
I hope this place is legit. It's lovely.
See, while coming out of our first apartment showing of the day (which I swear was done by the Landlady from Kung Fu Hustle), my roomie and I were discussing the validity of the options we'd seen so far. Three feet ahead of us is a woman carrying her groceries home, who later she said when she heard us talking about money her ears perked up a bit. So she apologized for listening in but she a building manager was trying to rent out this apartment and if we'd like to come by and look at it she'll be home most of the day oh yes two o'clock would be all right...
After other apartment related shenanigans, including being stood up for the second time and instead spending that time playing with Hydra the ridiculously excitable weimeraner and her owner, we decided we might as well swing over and see the place. Well, not actually the place, as that was being lived in and the tenant didn't want people just coming in when she wasn't there, but the building manager lived on the floor directly below and said her apartment was structurally identical so we could see that.
It was the Apartment of Win. The priciest, about 1100 and then utilities (although she said we might be able to talk it down a bit with the owner), but it was a three-bedroom the same price as a lot of two-bedrooms and my roomie-to-be is in love with it and if we can get a third after we move in (roomie wants to meet and vet all applicants first, so we can't advertise yet) we'll be in pretty good shape. There's big windows and plenty of room and the neighborhood appears to be an okay sort of neighborhood and all the necessities are there and it's got a breakfast nook.
And as we're leaving my roomie comments on the building manager's cookbooks, and she replies that she bakes often and may share what she bakes. Such as homemade biscuits. As we walk away my roomie and I have twin eyes of O_O and 'what the hell is the catch with this place, it's perfect'. The price is really the only thing making us look a bit askance, and we continue on to our final viewing and back to our hotel to rest our sore legs and troubled brains.
seiber: So it's like fate wants us to have this house.
aranamitouma: And also to have biscuits.
seiber: It's like...we left wondering what the catch was.
seiber: I mean, great apartment, options for a third, friendly landlord, serendipitious encounter, and as we're leaving she mentions she likes to give out her extra baked goods. It was what pushed it over into disbelief.
aranamitouma: She is secretly Granny Goodness.
aranamitouma: But it's okay, Darkseid will only come to hang out on your couch every once in a while.
seiber: Well, if he'll lower the rent a touch, I can deal with that.
After sending us the application papers and some sample bills so we can get a feel for what utitilities costs are like, the building manager emails us again last night saying she's gotten the owner to drop the price.
To $980.
At this point we started outright panicking because it just felt too good to be true. But we looked over scams and such and when we've actually been in her bedroom it's a bit hard to successfully scam someone, and it's just so...wow. Huh.
I hope this place is legit. It's lovely.