Adventures of house hunting continues...
My adventures in house hunting continued yesterday. My friend lives in a "colorful neighborhood" so when he told me that he had seen a house for rent about a block away from where he is living I paused to think about and hesitated for a moment. I thought did I really want to live in that part of town and how safe is it and will the place be big enough? Will they accept my unconventional family? All these questions were swirling around in my head as he went on and on about how I should come and see it and how he already talked to the landlord about me. So, I figured that I would just go and see and that it would not hurt to take a look. My appointment was at noon. That gave me time to get up and get ready on a lazy Saturday afternoon. We pile into the car, my son, nephew and mom and off we go on this adventure called house hunting.
We pulled up the curb in front of the place and an older man about 6feet tall with salt and pepper hair was standing out in front of the place with keys dangling from his right hand. He smiled brightly exposing a missing tooth on the bottom of his mouth and then introduced himself. He said his name was Mr. Canon and that he and his wife owned the house and that they used to live there 20 years ago but now they moved to the city I am currently living in and rent this place and a couple more places they own out. I listened closely as we walked up the sidewalk to the locked gate. He explained to me that he keeps the gate locked when residents are not living there and it would be my choice to lock it or not if I decided to take it. Well, the bars on the windows didn't make it seem to inviting to me once I got passed the locked gate. Those bars told me a few things, all bad. Mr. Cannon looked at my mom's face who frowned when she saw the bars too and he told her that he had them installed a while back and that they are retractable in case of an emergency. That didn't sound good at all.
Mr. Cannon opened the front door and as soon as he opened it the dogs next door started barking. Then a female voice bellowed from the front window of the house next door for the dogs to shut up. I never saw the dogs though. The house had a large living room with a small fireplace and cables and cords I assume from the cable television the last tenants had in the house. Right off the living room was the kitchen. The kitchen was painted yellow and had the usual appliances, a small stove, fridge and lots of counter space and a two sets of cabinets on the top and bottom painted white. There was room for a small table if you chose.
Next were the bedrooms and the bathroom. The bathroom was small and it was painted a lighter shade of yellow then the kitchen. The tub and the sink were also yellow. The bathroom was in the middle sort of the two bedrooms. The master bedroom was only a little bigger then the other bedroom. The master bedroom had a huge picture size window, just one and a small walk in closet. The other bedroom had two smaller windows that gave you a view of the street of the front of the house. It has a small closet and both rooms had light brown carpet on the floors. There was a back door that lead to a small back yard with a couple of trees, one lemon tree and one plain tree. There was one plastic white patio chair back there sitting on a patch of brownish green grass.
Mr. Cannon, told us the rent and the deposit as we walked back to the living room. I noticed out of the window as he was talking people passing by. It was a man and woman. The woman had on dark blue sweat pants, one legged rolled up on the pants, a light blue bulky jacket with a knit cap covering her head. The man was smoking a cigarette, wearing a black sweat jacket with a knit cap on his head too. They were talking loudly and walking briskly passed the house. Mr. Cannon said that he thought they lived at the corner.
We thanked him for showing us the house and said that we would think about it and get back to him by Monday. As we were walking to the car a woman passed by walking a dog, a pit bull dog, who was friendly enough and wanted to come closer to us to say hello, she yanked his leash back towards her said she was sorry and told her dog who was named Sweetie, bad dog.
I don't think that is the place for us and after much discussion nobody else did either and so the hunt continues.
We pulled up the curb in front of the place and an older man about 6feet tall with salt and pepper hair was standing out in front of the place with keys dangling from his right hand. He smiled brightly exposing a missing tooth on the bottom of his mouth and then introduced himself. He said his name was Mr. Canon and that he and his wife owned the house and that they used to live there 20 years ago but now they moved to the city I am currently living in and rent this place and a couple more places they own out. I listened closely as we walked up the sidewalk to the locked gate. He explained to me that he keeps the gate locked when residents are not living there and it would be my choice to lock it or not if I decided to take it. Well, the bars on the windows didn't make it seem to inviting to me once I got passed the locked gate. Those bars told me a few things, all bad. Mr. Cannon looked at my mom's face who frowned when she saw the bars too and he told her that he had them installed a while back and that they are retractable in case of an emergency. That didn't sound good at all.
Mr. Cannon opened the front door and as soon as he opened it the dogs next door started barking. Then a female voice bellowed from the front window of the house next door for the dogs to shut up. I never saw the dogs though. The house had a large living room with a small fireplace and cables and cords I assume from the cable television the last tenants had in the house. Right off the living room was the kitchen. The kitchen was painted yellow and had the usual appliances, a small stove, fridge and lots of counter space and a two sets of cabinets on the top and bottom painted white. There was room for a small table if you chose.
Next were the bedrooms and the bathroom. The bathroom was small and it was painted a lighter shade of yellow then the kitchen. The tub and the sink were also yellow. The bathroom was in the middle sort of the two bedrooms. The master bedroom was only a little bigger then the other bedroom. The master bedroom had a huge picture size window, just one and a small walk in closet. The other bedroom had two smaller windows that gave you a view of the street of the front of the house. It has a small closet and both rooms had light brown carpet on the floors. There was a back door that lead to a small back yard with a couple of trees, one lemon tree and one plain tree. There was one plastic white patio chair back there sitting on a patch of brownish green grass.
Mr. Cannon, told us the rent and the deposit as we walked back to the living room. I noticed out of the window as he was talking people passing by. It was a man and woman. The woman had on dark blue sweat pants, one legged rolled up on the pants, a light blue bulky jacket with a knit cap covering her head. The man was smoking a cigarette, wearing a black sweat jacket with a knit cap on his head too. They were talking loudly and walking briskly passed the house. Mr. Cannon said that he thought they lived at the corner.
We thanked him for showing us the house and said that we would think about it and get back to him by Monday. As we were walking to the car a woman passed by walking a dog, a pit bull dog, who was friendly enough and wanted to come closer to us to say hello, she yanked his leash back towards her said she was sorry and told her dog who was named Sweetie, bad dog.
I don't think that is the place for us and after much discussion nobody else did either and so the hunt continues.
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