It was a pretty crappy ad as ads go. No pictures, no great use of punctuation, poor description. Normally, sending up red flags about reliability and credibility, I wouldn’t have responded to it. I was high from my urban experience at Salt, and feeling risky, and that I needed to look deeper to find a place.
So as we sat and chatted around the kitchen table, I send a quick e-mail. I didn’t even tell Emile. I got a response quickly – in about half an hour I got a no salutation, no capital, no paragraph, ramble of an email. I almost wrote it off as someone I wouldn’t trust to rent from.
But I googled the cell phone and email address and found that it was a real estate agent. Okay. Hmm. I answered, and I got another quick reply. With 3 or 4 exchanges we made an appointment to view the apartment the next day.
We walked the area and noted all the shops within the building – pub, grocery store, drug store, bank. And the area – great restaurants, shops, boutiques. Walking distance to Emile’s work.
The sky was pink from the evening sun and people bustled around returning from work.
The agent arrived and we made our way up to the 41st floor to one of the penthouse suites. We opened the door and found ourselves in what could only be described as our new apartment. The view stretching across the living area and two bedrooms.
September 20th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Finding our spot in Gastown.
41st Floor, North View across the water, 2 bedroom, 2 full bath, ~930 square feet, immediate occupency.