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I took the train down to Portland to look at the apartment yesterday. It isn't actually in Portland, but in Vancouver. I'm not really a fan of Vancouver, and I especially wasn't a fan of the fact that the lady forgot we were meeting. When she finally called me I had decided that I would not be able to live in Vancouver. I was angrily marching toward Portland, where I planned to buy a used car and get the sort of studio where I could cook my dinner and take a shower at the same time. Despite my bad attitude, I decided to take a look at the place anyway.
Immediately after I opened the fence to their backyard my attitude changed. The path to the apartment was through a little bamboo forest. The plants made a canopy above my head, and at 5.7" I still had to duck a little. One of the doors is made of wood and there are very ornate paintings all over it. There is also a set of french doors on the other side. There are windows and sky lights everywhere. Every window looks out into a little rain forest view. It has one of those gas fireplaces that works at the turn of a switch. The bedroom is a loft above the rest of the place, so you can see the fireplace from bed. She has the place wired to do all of these crazy combinations of mood lighting for the different parts of her yoga classes. Plus as we were sitting there I started noticing all of these little speakers all over the house. The place is wired with a bose system, and it bumps!
She got my life story out of me over a cup of ginger tea. She decided that she liked me...so the place is mine!!! She typed a rental agreement up in the loft while I did calisthenics and yoga downstairs.
I'm feeling significant anxiety about leaving Seattle, but having a nice place helps.
Immediately after I opened the fence to their backyard my attitude changed. The path to the apartment was through a little bamboo forest. The plants made a canopy above my head, and at 5.7" I still had to duck a little. One of the doors is made of wood and there are very ornate paintings all over it. There is also a set of french doors on the other side. There are windows and sky lights everywhere. Every window looks out into a little rain forest view. It has one of those gas fireplaces that works at the turn of a switch. The bedroom is a loft above the rest of the place, so you can see the fireplace from bed. She has the place wired to do all of these crazy combinations of mood lighting for the different parts of her yoga classes. Plus as we were sitting there I started noticing all of these little speakers all over the house. The place is wired with a bose system, and it bumps!
She got my life story out of me over a cup of ginger tea. She decided that she liked me...so the place is mine!!! She typed a rental agreement up in the loft while I did calisthenics and yoga downstairs.
I'm feeling significant anxiety about leaving Seattle, but having a nice place helps.