The Property Dance

Well I've been slack blogging. Actually I've been really busy trying to find somewhere to live. In the last few days I've looked at about 12 houses and they were all poop. Either the wrong house in the right street or the right house in the wrong street or the wrong house in the wrong street. It has been a bit of a nightmare to be honest. 

The biggest pain has been the real estate agents. They just all act like dicks.  I've decided all you need to be a real estate agent is a very basic grasp of English, enormous sunglasses (if you are male and under 30), bleached teeth (if you are female and over 30) and an ability to sort out keys. That's it. The first question is "how much can you afford?". Like I'm going to tell them that. Then you have to put up with the ancient dance of the estate agent, them fishing for info, me trying not to give any info, them trying to talk up the damp marks on the wall as features, me picking holes in the state of the kitchen and the lack of a dishwasher space. You know how it goes. 

Today in particular has seen me up and down the freeway about 6 times going to visit different places. In the end I was so disheartened that I was about to give up. However....

As you don't know I have just bought an iPhone (yeah, yeah, sucked in I know but if you saw it you'd want one too) and you can view the internet on it from anywhere. So I logged onto realestate.com in desperation at about 1pm and saw a nice looking place that had come onto the market this morning. To cut a long story short: I bought it.

It's in Mount Lawley, which, if you don't know Perth, is a nice place. And the house is a nice house. So I guess you could say I bought the right house in the right street. Well as long as the bank fronts up with the money. So for the next ooooh, say, 30 years I have no money. At all. 

But I still got a nice house :-)