Here I am adulting again–or attempting to. The latest pursuit? Finding living arrangements I can afford on my meager hourly wages.
The prospects aren’t pretty, but I’m far more likely to find a better job if I’m closer to where the better jobs ARE (While still remaining close enough to my current job to have a reasonable commute HERE, because let’s face it, I need to plan according to the job I HAVE and not the one I HOPE to have).
The answer to every twenty-something’s accommodation-finding dilemma?
Craigslist, of course!
I am exploring the potentiality of sharing lodgings with a gal from work when her current lease ends; but in the mean time, I decided to poke around in my neighborhood of choice to see if any low-enough-rent-to suit-my-needs options were available. Of course, given the vastness which my funds fail to span, my ideal location is well beyond my budget; so my hopes soared when I found an advertisement for 1 bed/1 bath accommodations in a townhouse that would be shared with another female professional.
The concept of a townhouse was beautiful. Sure, I’d still have to deal with next door neighbors, but no loud people above or below?
All utilities and snow removal in the winter were included in the rent (rent which I could actually AFFORD); AND, in addition to the kitchen, living room, and upstairs sitting room, the ad boasted a two-car garage.
The pictures were the typical pictures used to advertise the townhouse by the company that initially sold it, so I didn’t have real-time pictures; but even so, it was definitely worth exploring.
I stumbled upon the ad only a few hours after it had been posted and, after a few tentative messages encrypted through the Craigslist email relay, gleefully set up an appointment to meet with the potential housemate and view the rental.
Well, I’m no realtor, but even I know that some effort should be spent toward making sure a rental space is perceived in the best light possible by potential renters.
The first thing I saw when I walked through the door was a dead spider curled in a cobweb that had been gathering dust for an indeterminate number of months. There was not messy clutter filling the space, but the carpet looked like it had been in desperate need of a good vacuuming for a long time.
Following the Ad-poster through the living room into the kitchen, she revealed the downstairs bathroom, a tiny closet housing a toilet and a sink.
My heart sank. Immediately I understood that this was no 2-bedroom, 2 bathroom townhouse. This was the notorious 1.5 bathroom townhouse that had been falsely advertised. The missing .5 makes all the difference in the world.
Dear Craigslist Ad Poster: There is a HUGE difference between having your own shower and sharing one with a stranger.
The garage was similarly deceptively advertised. You could squeeze two cars in there if both were the mini-est of compacts. But there was no escaping the fact that the garage was already quite full with her car and numerous boxes.
Also unspecified in the ad was the pre-furnishment of the bedroom with (ugly) furniture that would leave no room for mine.
And so, sadder and wiser (or maybe just sadder), we return to the perusement of Craigslistication with the grim understanding that, if something appears too good to be true, it probably is.