So you know that house that I looked at a few weeks back and immediately deemed it "The One?"
Well we looked at it again today, with the actual realtor. And you know what? I was underwhelmed- to the point where I was willing to spend a little more money on rent if that meant I could get a little more.
We thought maybe it's because the old funky carpet hasn't been replaced yet, or because it hadn't been cleaned. But the more I think about it, the more I'm meh about it. The backyard is nice, but is fenced with chain-link, so all your neighbors (and their barking dogs) can see in.
In the daylight you can see the street is full of Beware of Dog signs on all the fences; not exactly classy digs. I found myself feeling that maybe the atmosphere wasn't as safe-feeling as I'd originally thought. Living by myself, that's very important to me. Also I can see Chris coming home and wondering what kind of ghetto I moved us into.
I was sewing today with my door open because it's nice outside, and I was thinking what I'd be doing if I was in that house. To be honest, I don't know if I'd be comfortable leaving the doors open on a nice day. Then I asked my dad, who does pest control in houses all over the city, and is the expert on what areas are not-so-nice. He admitted that he wasn't thrilled with it. I'm taking his advice with a grain of salt because he thinks we should all live in huge mansions with electric fences around them.
Honestly, there are things I like, and things I don't like. I haven't completely written it off, but I'm going to keep looking. Which means, OY.
I have to admit I'm nervous because there's not much in our price range in the areas I want, and some I've been looking at online have already been leased. Leave some for meee!