Having never moved since I came to Toronto, I had no idea what it was like searching for an apartment in this cut throat city. When I first found the place I live in now, we were the first people they showed the unit to. It was perfect. We loved them and they loved us. That was it. The apartment was ours. No sharks, no knee bashers, no competition. Easy as pie.
So for the first time in five years, here I am, looking for a home to call ‘my own’.
This past week, I had had a plan to look at three apartments. Two were viewings and one was an appointment. Of the three apartments I went to look at, two had been taken before I even got there. One was rented before the open house and the other was taken right before I showed up to my appointment. Ugh. I felt defeated and terrified that I would end up homeless. I don’t want to be homeless. I’m a whiner that hates the cold!
The third apartment though was wonderful. It’s being almost completely renovated and the location is quite spectacular. The experience of viewing the apartment, however, was not as wonderful. It went like this:
We showed up and called the landlord to find out what unit we were to be looking at. We then waited in the hallway for the landlord to finish showing the unit to a couple. The landlord came out into the hallway out with the prospective tenants (one normal girl, one annoying hipster) to show them the laundry services. The hipster douche-bag in his sperm killing skinny jeans, god awful overly trendy haircut and Bieber graffiti-ed hoodie then looked over at me and my boyfriend (who’s helping me find a home) smiled and said to the landlord “So, your renting this place first come/first served basis, right?” What’s that all about? What a dick.
So, not only do the apartments get snatched up quicker than you can get to your appointment, but people go as far as steal your potential apartment right in front of you.
Luckily the landlord said, no and that the tenants will be chosen based on application.
Anyway, if you’re on the hunt for a new pad, don’t forget to bring your best stink-eye and baseball bat so that no one can snake your dream apartment away from you. Fingers crossed this apartment will become mine!