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Today Megan actually went with me to set out on a journey -- to find ourselves a new place to live. We were bailing from the house on the hill..I need a place I can afford on my own without subtenants and roommates and drama, and closer to work of course. Megan brought Sydney-the-dog along which could have been a good thing or a bad thing, and we had at least six different places lined up to check out today...all good commuting distance from Megan said she could cover up her tattoos if she had to...
Our first stop was a manufactured home in one of those parks -- I had sent an email to the people who advertised the two bedroom two bath home -- because the ad said to send an email and tell a little about myself! Well, that just opens the floodgates for me!!
anyway, I attempted to be strategic with a goal of finding a place to live SOMEPLACE. I mean, new tenants (my coworker and her husband!!!) are already set up to move into the house on the hill and we have to get out. Yes, it was my choice -- but hopefully it's a good one.
Anyway, so Megan used her Google maps on her cell phone to get us to this rather large mobile home park. I'd never lived in a mobile home park and yes, I admit that sometimes I did think of "trailer park trash," but I also knew that some of these parks were super nice and cool. And why not check this place out? the price was right!
who knew that in spite of two different GPS applications on our cell phones and "Siri" on my iphone who was hopelessly lost and confused right along with us, that we would be utterly and completely lost amid windy roads that went around in circles back to the same place we had been before.
"Didn't we see that house before?" Megan asked as we drove by a lovely yellow manufactured home for the fifth time. The numbers went up on one side, and down on the other. It was all just a big mess.
We did notice that the park was filled with lovely trees and there was a beautiful park and swimming pools and a large clubhouse, but if only we could find the place we were searching for.
At one point, I completely stopped on the road and Megan said, "I give up!!!"|
We can't give up now. We're so close! We attempted to call "Susan" but she didn't answer her cell phone. I shudder to think of the frantic message I must have sent her. Not only were we lost, but we most likely would never even be able to get OUT of this insane "manufactured" home park (I get confused, is that the same as a mobile home park?) -- the street names were not labeled. But I've also been lost in apartment complexes -- some of them are very big and scary and it really can happen.;
But, finally, as if out of nowhere, Megan yelled, "That's it! That's the right one!"
We both peered out of the car at a lovely yellow "manufactured" home that actually looked quite inviting. Yellow is a good color. My favorite color. A guy who was working on something outside the home waved at us and guided us to a parking spot next door. Apparently you can't park in the street in these types of parks -- only in carports, driveways and designated parking areas.
I immediately felt at home when I walked through the door into an entryway and saw a large inviting living room filled with windows, a lovely little kitchen and that room beyond hte kitchen, reminded me of a "sun room." Yes that's the name of the room with all the windows! It took us a moment to find "Susan" who was cleaning a bathroom. She came out to greet us and I immediately felt like I knew her from someplace!
She showed us the inside and the outside -- the yard and the side yard and the storage sheds that were like miniature rooms -- the beautiful roses, and the master bedroom with the huge bathroom -- MY master bedroom I said.
She told me she played guitar and ukulele and was a musician -- she taught music to kids. GO FIGURE! :) We immediately hit it off. She wanted to meet Sydney the dog. Megan and I looked at each other. Uh oh, will she bark at Susan? No, Sydney ran right up to her and immediately had fun running in and out of the doggie door while we talked and filled out applications -- I was wasting NO time -- I wanted this beauty. I felt like it should be "our" house already. We talked about our lives like we were old friends, Susan and I -- and she said she had a good feeling about us and wanted to rent the place to us if everything checked out.
My heart sank. It always scares me to hear this, if everything checks out -- not so great credit -- I have to admit it. but no I can pass a background check. I'm not a criminal. I have a good job. I can pay the rent, and now my commute to work will be a breeze! it felt more like a home and you didn't even feel like you were in a park -- but in your own place.
Susan invited the neighbor over to meet us -- what a fun, nice guy he was! He wanted us to get the house too, even offered his computer so Susan could do the background check right there! That is a good sign. And I told him about how we were hopelessly lost driving around the park -- he joikingly said that five years ago he lost a girlfriend who got hopelessly lost and she probably still is. We laughed and I couldn't help but think of the MTA Song -- but will she ever return, no she'll never return and her fate is still unlearned, she will ride forever in the mobile home park, she's the girl who never returned!
We all laughed when I twisted the words...!
and all those other places I was supposed to check out on my one and only designated apartment hunting day? Well, I never got to those places. We hung out at the home for at least four hours before reluctantly leaving. We wanted the place so bad -- we didn't even want to look at any others or apply.
I told Susan I'd wait anxiously to hear back from her! So we are crossing our fingers and thinking positive thoughts and whatever else we must do.
this is not the first time I've wanted a place -- but this is the first time I've felt that this could be a place we live at for a very long time. Like years or something like that.
we only got a little lost leaving the park... here's hoping for the new home in North San Jose right off 237 and Zankar...
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