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I woke up today to my dad on the phone saying he was on his way to clayton to suprise me with some real estate shopping, which was just amazing. We walked to the house in the Central West End that I fell in love with from just a pic of the front and a pic of the back. We walked up to the front and tried the door, but of course it was locked. In this situation, what would 1 Arsenault, let alone 2 Arsenaults do???
A) throw our hands in the air and proclaim "we gave it our best shot..."
B) Call the agent and arange a showing
C) Bob: "lets see if there is an unlocked window we can crawl through." Jim: "its ok, I was able to pull the back door open"
So yeah, I guess technically we were trespassing and breaking an entering, but I see it more as a self guided tour of a property we are genuinely interested in. Plus, like a good RA we left it cleaner than we found it and re-secured the door. In short, this house is love in brick form. When I say love though, keep in mind that right now it is a shithole. There isnt a functioning kitchen, it has radiators for heat and... well nothing to cool it. Basically, there is one window worth salvaging, and literally everything else would come out until 4 exterior walls were left. Then we would put on a new roof, put in duct work to heat and cool it, and transform it from an 8 bedroom 2 1/2 bath to a 4 bedroom, 3 full bath 2 half. With the rough ideas we devoloped on the spot over an hour, it would basically be the coolest thing ever to grace the planet. No one out of undergrad deserves a fucking 3 story house, especially one that nice, but it is a possibility, and that makes this letter coming on Wednesday from SLU all the more important. I either get to go to grad school, live with 2 of my best friends and possibly live in a fully renovated, 3 story 3500 sq foot house, or have to get a job making 20K a year and live in a cramped apartment.
That kind of thing keeps you up at night. I have been disgussing it with a couple friends for a while, and I think I am going to sign up for an apointment to be seen at health services on Tuesday in order to be able to cope/handle the news that is coming. Lets all pray/cross our fingers/wear our lucky underwear/ do whatever we do and hope for the best.
ps, imagine you and me on my deck in the Central West End, sipping a (insert beverage of choice) and looking at a nice fountain in my backyard. If your image is half as nice as mine, I really do hope I get to share it with all of you.
A) throw our hands in the air and proclaim "we gave it our best shot..."
B) Call the agent and arange a showing
C) Bob: "lets see if there is an unlocked window we can crawl through." Jim: "its ok, I was able to pull the back door open"
So yeah, I guess technically we were trespassing and breaking an entering, but I see it more as a self guided tour of a property we are genuinely interested in. Plus, like a good RA we left it cleaner than we found it and re-secured the door. In short, this house is love in brick form. When I say love though, keep in mind that right now it is a shithole. There isnt a functioning kitchen, it has radiators for heat and... well nothing to cool it. Basically, there is one window worth salvaging, and literally everything else would come out until 4 exterior walls were left. Then we would put on a new roof, put in duct work to heat and cool it, and transform it from an 8 bedroom 2 1/2 bath to a 4 bedroom, 3 full bath 2 half. With the rough ideas we devoloped on the spot over an hour, it would basically be the coolest thing ever to grace the planet. No one out of undergrad deserves a fucking 3 story house, especially one that nice, but it is a possibility, and that makes this letter coming on Wednesday from SLU all the more important. I either get to go to grad school, live with 2 of my best friends and possibly live in a fully renovated, 3 story 3500 sq foot house, or have to get a job making 20K a year and live in a cramped apartment.
That kind of thing keeps you up at night. I have been disgussing it with a couple friends for a while, and I think I am going to sign up for an apointment to be seen at health services on Tuesday in order to be able to cope/handle the news that is coming. Lets all pray/cross our fingers/wear our lucky underwear/ do whatever we do and hope for the best.
ps, imagine you and me on my deck in the Central West End, sipping a (insert beverage of choice) and looking at a nice fountain in my backyard. If your image is half as nice as mine, I really do hope I get to share it with all of you.