Have any of you ever had only two days in a foreign state to find a suitable dwelling? Its not a whole lot of fun because in the back of your mind you wonder if the best thing you'll be able to find is that nasty basement rental on Beacon Hill with the spider-infested bathroom and the police on speed dial. We had spent hours and hours on the internet before our trip making appointments with would-be landlords to check out their offerings. It ends up that this is not the best way to find a dwelling because internet ads are often less than truthful. Some cyber landlords were very confident that we'd like their properties, so much so that they offered us the keys to the house sight unseen as soon as the deposit money and first month's rent was wired to their off-shore accounts. We didn't take the bait.
The first day in hot pursuit of a Seattle domicile was just awful. We must have been through over ten houses, each of them scarier than the ones before them. My personal favorite among the blighted was the upstairs floor offered to us by Eric the Red. He actually said to us, "I hope you guys don't have any pets because there's been raccoons eattin' cats 'round here." His only redeeming quality was his skills in math, which he displayed by dividing the utility bills into fourths, "That's one fourth for me and one fourth for the three of you". I guess the raccoons aren't willing to pay their share, even though Zoe is (or should be). Needless to say, we were very unhappy in the hotel that night.
Everything turned around the next day when we met up with a real estate agent reference from the guy that helped Nathen and Jennifer find their house. Within one day she'd found us a cute little brand new yellow house to rent up in Lynnwood. I guess sometimes you have to turn to the professionals. Thanks to her help, we were able to do a little bit of site seeing that last day in Seattle, and we snapped a few vintage Space Needle tourist pictures. This was before it had been dubbed the Space Noodle by our creative little daughter. On the other side of the monorail line we found my new work building. She's the taller one on the right. Surely we'll have a better picture for you in the future. The cylinder towers across the street from my office are the
Westin hotel. Sometimes the less private hotel goers give my coworkers and I quite the show as we go to the printers and back. Strange how only the unattractive get dressed on their balconies.
Have any of you ever had only two days in a foreign state to find a suitable dwelling? Its not a whole lot of fun because in the back of your mind you wonder if the best thing you'll be able to find is that nasty basement rental on Beacon Hill with the spider-infested bathroom and the police on speed dial. We had spent hours and hours on the internet before our trip making appointments with would-be landlords to check out their offerings. It ends up that this is not the best way to find a dwelling because internet ads are often less than truthful. Some cyber landlords were very confident that we'd like their properties, so much so that they offered us the keys to the house sight unseen as soon as the deposit money and first month's rent was wired to their off-shore accounts. We didn't take the bait.
The first day in hot pursuit of a Seattle domicile was just awful. We must have been through over ten houses, each of them scarier than the ones before them. My personal favorite among the blighted was the upstairs floor offered to us by Eric the Red. He actually said to us, "I hope you guys don't have any pets because there's been raccoons eattin' cats 'round here." His only redeeming quality was his skills in math, which he displayed by dividing the utility bills into fourths, "That's one fourth for me and one fourth for the three of you". I guess the raccoons aren't willing to pay their share, even though Zoe is (or should be). Needless to say, we were very unhappy in the hotel that night.
Everything turned around the next day when we met up with a real estate agent reference from the guy that helped Nathen and Jennifer find their house. Within one day she'd found us a cute little brand new yellow house to rent up in Lynnwood. I guess sometimes you have to turn to the professionals. Thanks to her help, we were able to do a little bit of site seeing that last day in Seattle, and we snapped a few vintage Space Needle tourist pictures. This was before it had been dubbed the Space Noodle by our creative little daughter. On the other side of the monorail line we found my new work building. She's the taller one on the right. Surely we'll have a better picture for you in the future. The cylinder towers across the street from my office are the 
Westin hotel. Sometimes the less private hotel goers give my coworkers and I quite the show as we go to the printers and back. Strange how only the unattractive get dressed on their balconies. 
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