And For My 900th Post...
I apologize for the silence lately.
If you've been playing along reading my Facebook entries this won't be news to you.
A couple of days after we were a day late in being able to view a really nice place three blocks from Chunky's school that was cat-friendly, I discovered another place.
It was about five blocks from us in the opposite direction from the heart-break house.
Three bedrooms, monthly rent recently reduced...but I wasn't sure if it was cat-friendly.
I figured what the hell--I'd schedule an appointment for us to view it.
Saturday afternoon rolled around and we walked up there.
It was a three family house, the first floor apartment is what we viewed.
Built in 1964. Dark blue carpets and pink bathtub....rock on!
Decent sized living room that opens into a smallish dining room. The kitchen is divided by a half-wall from the dining room and has enough room to qualify it as an "eat-in" kitchen.
Gas range (and younger looking than the old POS we have here).
Dishwasher! (Dr. Mad Scientist, my born-again dishwasher was happy to see this!) I personally probably won't use it. After the one in San Antonio started smoking the first time I fired it up, I'm wary of them. I've survived nearly 32 years without one.
Aforementioned pink tubbed bathroom with a linen closet in the bathroom. What? No more naked treks the length of the apartment when I forget to grab a clean towel?
Two smallish bedrooms with decent sized closets that would be great for the boys.
A master bedroom with a closet the size comparable to what we have now.
Down below under the house are two garages.
They aren't used for cars but for storage instead--lots of storage! And washer dryer hookups!!! My god, the decadence! Doing one's laundry without leaving one's home?
If you don't count summers home from college, I haven't done that in 14 years. I haven't spent quarters on anything but minutes for the spin cycle or 8 minutes on "high" in the dryer.
My god, I could BLEACH my whites if we had this place! I haven't used bleach in 14 years!!! (Bleaching in a laundromat is a PITA).
Behind the house is a little backyard. Fenced in, and one of the tenants has a little caged in garden--think greenhouse minus the plastic. Perfect for the boys to play in with little supervision.
Where we're at now, I can't let Chunky play in the front yard--it's just too close to the busy street.
The funniest part is the location. It's right across the street from a banquet hall and bar. Ha ha! So much more upscale than the Boobie Bar!
So after we viewed it, we took the realtor's card and told her we might be in touch.
As we were leaving--Dr. Mad Scientist nudged me and whispered if we should ask about cats.
I didn't want to get my hopes up. I wanted to enjoy the fun of imagining ourselves living there--if only for a little bit.
As we walked home we discussed it. We realized there were a couple things we forgot to ask about--the parking, the fridge, and cable TV (because I just reupped my contract and I can transfer addresses, but to cancel would cost me).
So I emailed the realtor and told her we were very interested but asked about the parking situation, whether or not the fridge was included (it's a weird east coast rental thing--about 50% of the places don't come with fridges), and if it was wired for cable--and then I threw in a question about pet-friendliness.
Getting that email back was horrible--I didn't want to open it because I was sure she was going to tell us that the owner wouldn't allow cats.
Ends up he was a bit hesitant--but when I offered to pay double the $250 pet deposit he gave the realtor before we said we had two cats--$250 each furbag--he relented.
So today--despite the fact that there's no on-site parking (which will be a PITA when and if it snows in the next few years and the town commands us to remove our cars from the street with the almighty Robocall), I plunked down a deposit and signed the lease!
Hee hee, apparently new landlord was happy to hear Dr. Mad Scientist was a Dr. Never mind he's a PhD and will be a high school teacher...ha ha! It's good to know that six years we spent in Lansing carries a little weight!
Tomorrow I give Zorba our 30 days notice. Our last day here will be April 23. We'll take possession of the new place on April 15th. This will give us an overlap of a week, but I think that will take some of the stress off of moving.
I've never had to move AND work a full time job at the same time!
So--if you don't hear from me for a while, you'll know why.
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