Thursday, March 08, 2018

Looking to move on
While Jennifer needed help from us with her passport fees, and Cool’s brother needed help with a bogus police report claiming that he attacked his girlfriend - who he says says she was never attacked - and Tina needed help with more old fines for begging and her electric bills that she can’t pay while Job is in Nigeria, we looked to move on.

It is another crazy adventure in real estate and Italian real estate brokers. The same tricks apply the world over, in that they never show you the best apartment first and they always say someone else is on the verge of signing for it, if you don’t act fast, and they always say anything at all whatsoever to clinch a deal. I let go of one the night before we even left Lucca because he called late in the evening to grill me about my employment status, and I felt he was quite rude.

All of the apartments we looked at cost half as much as a Manhattan studio apartment.

The apartment I was sure I wanted ended up being too big for us, and the living room was directly over a very busy shopping street with a bus stop. There was a skylight filled with bird poop and a guy who comes and cleans it once a month. It had a great kitchen and beautiful floors. The agent, Cristiana, and I chatted easily. She is a very loving auntie to her niece and lives in the neighborhood. Her voice is so deep, probably from smoking constantly, that I called her Cristiano on the phone, but she forgave me. I think.

The second apartment was in a stunning palazzo from the 1500s, but the apartment has ugly marble floors — if there is such a thing, and has not been in use for twenty years. It needs some repairs and felt very cold. The price was not bad. 

The next one was a grandma apartment with crazy old lady furniture and pea green walls. It had tremendous potential and an old lady smell. Most of the furniture would have to stay and also the wall color. The son of the lady refuses to live there, and so did F. 

Then we went to a house with a stunning frescoed ceiling, but the first agent told us that she didn’t like the area because of drug activity. We are from New York, so we took that with a grain of salt. I interviewed some high school students and it turns out to be a square where only kids go to smoke pot, and not really a high danger area. However, the kitchen was tiny. I liked the agents and the house owner and the current occupant a lot. I suck at rejecting real estate agents. I am what you call a sucker. But I do believe I will have coffee with the current occupant because she seems like a really cool person and she swore she meant it when she gave me her number. The color of the walls was a little oppressive to me. 

Then we went to a house under construction. I almost fell through the stairs. The construction chief said that the walls were insulated, but I made F tap on them from the neighboring apartment, and it turned out that they were not so much. The agent was very nice and seemed crestfallen when I told her no.

We were late to the last appointment, and the agent was already grumpy. He did the restructuring of the apartment and his daughter would be the upstairs neighbor if we took it. It was a giant, swank, apartment with all the amenities. This agent thought he was being nice to us. He called a friend about finding us work, bought us hot chocolates, and pretended to like us. Oddly, he flashed in with little bits of passive agressive rage when we mentioned that the first agent had told us that the place is located from the noisiest strip of the city where the bars are lined up and that the bar downstairs always has drunk people on the street in front of it on the weekends. It was the most expensive of the possiblities and perfectly amazing with a Sex and the City worthy walk in closet, a washer and dryer, a full armoire, lovely kitchen and bath, and even a garage space. But he got so mad telling me that he can’t control if the bar starts to play loud music or not, that we took him up on the hot chocolate at the bar near his office. And when he left, we got extra whipped cream and put it on his bill. He also tried to scare us about rich Bulgarians who he was shocked hadn’t signed the contact yet. Good luck with that.

I won’t show you the place we picked yet because it is very simple and well constructed, but can wait to be decorated for a big reveal. We still have to take a second look before we sign the contract next week to be sure. Stay tuned.

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