Fuck the other side, we don’t play that shit

I know, I know… I’ve been rather naughty, by not posting these last few days. But in my defense, i have been really busy moving the last of our stuff to our apartment (that we moved into in Feb, so you can tell how organised we are). Dom had also been unable to edit what i had worked on. As a treat i will be posting more than once today. This whole moving business, got me thinking about our first apartment together. And i thought to share my bit of knowledge on the subject.

Imagine, you have been driving since 5 in the morning with a few stops along the way. It is now 2 in the afternoon, you are tired, in a shit mood and you srrive at the property you are renting on. Before you even drive into it, you notice that the concrete fence walls look like they are hanging on by some miracle. The paved driveway, looks like somebody took a jack hammer to most of it and it barely looks drivable. So you sit in your car, and you think “OK, this is interesting”. But then you ignore it because yor car can handle (you hope) drivng up on it. You drive up the property, and before you even see the place a rabid dog comes at you. Now you start to get pissed off because along with these 4 dogs that you weren’t told about (one of which you have to run away from, everytime you leave because it attacks you), there are also 4 kids you weren’t told about.

This unfortunately, was something we were lucky enough to experience late last year. Those people, straight up catfished us on gumtree. We were nearing the end of our work contract about 500km away, and we couldn’t really see the place until the day we were moving in. From the photos we saw, it looked really good. It was a small beach town in the south coast. Honestly the first time I saw this place, I wanted to cry. If we had another living option, we would have just asked for our money back. But alas, we had nowhere else to go so we had to stay. The 3 months that followed, i wouldn’t wish on anybody (unless i fucking hate you, then ya you know). You know the perma dampness, the lack of proper sink and the general bad design of the place. These things aesthetically were not as bad as the tandem toilet/shower they had going on there (even there creepy 16 year old looking skinny son, who Dom caught looking at my underwear on the wash line was not as bad).

The roaches, were plentiful if i’m being honest. We were never really sure where they were coming from, but the hge pile of beds and other rubbish at the corner on the property will always have my suspicions about being the nest.

The biggest lesson i learn’t from this, is to always preview a place when renting. If i can’t personally see it, i’m going to need people to skype me. This person destroyed my trust in landlors (Lavender Cottage i’m still waiting for you).

This is me… saying don’t get housefished… it is not fun!

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