Its taken months and months, but I'm finally to the point of my blog where the pictures posted actually match the view out my window. In early September Sara and I took a little drive Northwest to the Emerald City, which was soon to be our new home. Somehow we tricked our parents into taking care of The Zoe while we were gone, and we had a long weekend just the two of us. Unfortunately we weren't able to enjoy a lot of luxury because we had the daunting task of finding a house to rent in just three days. Ends up Seattle was a lot bigger that we thought, and the houses we had found online were a lot scarier than we were expecting. I was
shocked at how misrepresented the rental profiles were on the websites, we had well over twenty places to look into when we got to the Seattle metro area, and in the first day every single one of them were crossed off our list. I kid you not, three of the properties didn't even exist,
two were bonafide internet scandals, and the rest were complete dumps in the middle of what seemed like Hilldale after Biff had taken over. I'll never forget the basement in Beacon Hill that actually had a bathtub full of gigantic jungle spiders.
One place merits its very own paragraph. Eric in Bellevue...not good Bellevue, bad Bellevue...seemed like a nice guy over the phone. It wasn't until we visited his house that we discovered he was a psycho. Eric was the spittin' image of Yukon Cornelius, minus the charm, but certainly including the pick axe. Sara, Zoe and I were to live in the upstairs of Yukon's house while he lurked in the basement. This would have been a great arrangement, providing us plenty of privacy, because Yukon had put a very sturdy piece of plywood over the hole where there used to be stairs. Our portion of the house wasn't palatial, but it was far from the worst we'd seen. I mean heck, Yukon even showed us that the fridge could actually hold well over 12 cases of beer. Yukon thought it best we split all utilities in fours, you know, Yukon pays a quarter, I pay a quarter, Sara pays a quarter and Zoe pays the rest. Makes sense. His stories of all the neighborhood cats what had been eaten by all them raccoons certainly didn't sweeten the deal. Very sadly, this was the cream of the internet crop.
Needless to say, we went back to our hotel in SeaTac that night absolutely devastated. There was no way on earth we were ever going to find a house in only two more days. We had just one lead left, a friend of the real estate agent that sold Sara's sister their house. The next morning we went downtown to check out the Space Needle and to do a bit of touristing while we waited for our appointment to meet with Kathi Ogle. Check out how pretty my little Sara is next to the Needle and down by the Sound. I'm sure you'll be seeing plenty more Space Needle pictures over the next many years.
Its taken months and months, but I'm finally to the point of my blog where the pictures posted actually match the view out my window. In early September Sara and I took a little drive Northwest to the Emerald City, which was soon to be our new home. Somehow we tricked our parents into taking care of The Zoe while we were gone, and we had a long weekend just the two of us. Unfortunately we weren't able to enjoy a lot of luxury because we had the daunting task of finding a house to rent in just three days. Ends up Seattle was a lot bigger that we thought, and the houses we had found online were a lot scarier than we were expecting. I was shocked at how misrepresented the rental profiles were on the websites, we had well over twenty places to look into when we got to the Seattle metro area, and in the first day every single one of them were crossed off our list. I kid you not, three of the properties didn't even exist, 
two were bonafide internet scandals, and the rest were complete dumps in the middle of what seemed like Hilldale after Biff had taken over. I'll never forget the basement in Beacon Hill that actually had a bathtub full of gigantic jungle spiders.
One place merits its very own paragraph. Eric in Bellevue...not good Bellevue, bad Bellevue...seemed like a nice guy over the phone. It wasn't until we visited his house that we discovered he was a psycho. Eric was the spittin' image of Yukon Cornelius, minus the charm, but certainly including the pick axe. Sara, Zoe and I were to live in the upstairs of Yukon's house while he lurked in the basement. This would have been a great arrangement, providing us plenty of privacy, because Yukon had put a very sturdy piece of plywood over the hole where there used to be stairs. Our portion of the house wasn't palatial, but it was far from the worst we'd seen. I mean heck, Yukon even showed us that the fridge could actually hold well over 12 cases of beer. Yukon thought it best we split all utilities in fours, you know, Yukon pays a quarter, I pay a quarter, Sara pays a quarter and Zoe pays the rest. Makes sense. His stories of all the neighborhood cats what had been eaten by all them raccoons certainly didn't sweeten the deal. Very sadly, this was the cream of the internet crop. 
Needless to say, we went back to our hotel in SeaTac that night absolutely devastated. There was no way on earth we were ever going to find a house in only two more days. We had just one lead left, a friend of the real estate agent that sold Sara's sister their house. The next morning we went downtown to check out the Space Needle and to do a bit of touristing while we waited for our appointment to meet with Kathi Ogle. Check out how pretty my little Sara is next to the Needle and down by the Sound. I'm sure you'll be seeing plenty more Space Needle pictures over the next many years. 
3 comments:
Hill Valley.
Sara here,
Hill Valley is the name of the city, Hilldale is the name of the subdivision where Marty and Jennifer lived in the future, it was pretty rundown and nasty.
Very good, very good. :-) However, I must point out that the reference was about how rotten the place was "after Biff had taken over" and there were no visits to Hilldale in the Biff-ruled 1985. But I suppose it would be implied that Hilldale did not survive his scourge. At any rate, I love any and all references to the Back to the Future trilogy.
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