
With only a week before we set foot back in the motherland, we've been spending a considerable amount of time searching, discussing, contemplating, and budgeting for the perfect place in Vancouver. For those of you who know us well, you know that we're fairly flexible regarding accommodations... we've lived in a camper van for months, made ourselves at home in a 400 square foot cabin (with 3 people, 2 active wiener dogs, and 1 big fluffy orange cat), and we've even taken up residence in an old house on psychiatric hospital grounds. In short, we're not picky. I'd even go as far as saying we're quite accommodation-tolerant.
Then why oh why does it prove to be so difficult to find a place to live? Check out this blog to get an idea of what we're up against here while searching for a decent (not dodgy) place to live: It's Lovely! I'll Take It! This is real life in the apartment hunter's world. Honestly.
In the meantime, we'll continue to respond to overpriced ads in hopes of finding something suitable. I want to send special thanks to Ryszard, or however you spell your name, for repeatedly contacting us to make sure that we were still interested in your place, arranging a time to call us, then when I emailed you at our arranged call-time, you emailed me back to tell me the suite had been rented the day before. Sorry... I should have totally read between the lines and realized you meant "the suite is unavailable" when you asked "do you still want the suite?" Geez... where is my brain these days?
Musique du jour: Bob Dylan - Dear Landlord
