House Hunting

10 years ago, fresh out of University, I accepted a job in a city that I’d never been to and was told I needed to be moved in and ready to start in two weeks.

Scrambling to find a place to live, I settled on one of the first apartment buildings to get back to me because it was near my office and the rent was… decent. I had no one warn me about the neighbourhood, I had no one help me find a place and I made a quick decision to ensure I’d have a roof over my head in time to start work.

That apartment ended up being a nightmare. About six months after I moved in, the apartment building was actually raided by swat. Apparently, one of the tenants living at the other end of the third floor I was on was quite the drug kingpin.

I should’ve taken it as a sign to get the hell out of that apartment. But, I was only six months out of University, I was working for practical pennies and I didn’t really have the resources to move. So I stayed.

Did I mention the apartment was horrible? Because it was. It was built in the 60’s, so a lot of the structure was aging. The heating system sounded like it was going to explode each time it turned on (it was a broiler-based heating system). The upstairs neighbour lived his best life between the hours of midnight and six in the morning. One night I actually had to call 911 on him because he was beating up his girlfriend in the middle of the night and I woke up to her screaming ‘Help me, he’s going to kill me!’

I called 911. I gave a statement. She ended up being okay, from what I was told. After this fateful night, I wanted to move. Still being paid practical pennies for the work I was doing, I didn’t have the resources to move. I was barely paying my bills each month and I was worried that the psycho who lived above me knew that it was me who called the cops on him and that he’d be coming for me next.

Three weeks later, I received a summons from the Crown Prosecutor to be a witness in court at his assault trial that was scheduled for six months down the road.

I was terrified.

My upstairs neighbour didn’t know I was the one who called 911. If I had to stand up in court and say that it was me, could he come for me next? I needed to move. But I couldn’t afford it.

I remember how low I felt the day I called the Crown Prosecutor to beg him to not make me take the witness stand. He didn’t really seem to care about my fears. Apparently, he believed I was being over-dramatic about it.

I needed to move.

I ended up spending a few weeks sleeping in the basement of one of my coworkers. About two weeks after I called the Crown Prosecutor, he called me to let me know that he had a change of hard, that he was able to prosecute my upstairs neighbour without my being a witness and that he was being a bully in forcing me to be a witness when he knew that I felt it could put me at risk. Whilst he didn’t think this man would come after me, he understood that I was a single-white-female who lived alone and he would know what door to knock on the moment he saw me.

So, I didn’t have to take the witness stand and I decided to put off moving.

The man upstairs ended up getting evicted after prolonged absence from the building do to his being locked up on a drug charge.

A few months later, I got a raise at work. I thought it was an incredible moment for me because I was going to have a few hundred extra dollars each month and if I put them aside for three months then I could move.

A few days after I got my raise, the apartment building raised my rent due to ‘increased demand in the city for rental units and the prime location of our building’. I was crushed. Here I was thinking I was going to be able to save money to move an the apartment building had just given me a big ‘fuck you, sucker’.

I could go on and on about the stories that plagued me whilst in that apartment. Or other apartments I’ve lived in (I always seem to make horrible decisions with respect to living situations… refer to stories of roommate Derek from 2019 if you’re curious), The bottom line is, it wasn’t a happy place for me to go home to each night. And now that I’m looking to move and find myself an oasis in the city, I would really like to make sure that I don’t just accept the first thing that comes along because it came along.

I want to do this right.

I want to find a place that I’m happy to come home to each night.

I want to find a home that, if COVID 19 strikes in a second wave, I am content with spending a lot of time in.

I’m counting my lucky stars right now that I’ve landed a job that I am able to work from home due to this pandemic, but I would still like to move sooner, rather than later. For my sanity. For tax purposes. Because I want to be a city girl. Because this past year and a half has been really hard on my mental health and well being, and I’d really like to move onto a new chapter.

I’m loving my job, by the way. It’s been amazing so far. I know I’m still new to it, but it’s different from anything I’ve ever done before so it’s all exciting and there’s so much to learn and so many new ways to grow and get better.

The trouble with house hunting is… finding a place during a pandemic. Most places aren’t booking walk-throughs. Which I completely understand. But many places have really shitty pictures, or misleading pictures, online. I’m pretty sure I’ve come across at least three scams already. And I’ve also come across a lot of places that are really, really overpriced for what they are.

I thought I’d found a really incredible place for a really reasonable price but the landlord just does not respond. So that’s kind of a bummer. But I’m not going to let it stop me.

I’m going to do this right.

I want a place to call home. My home. A place to feel safe and welcome and like I belong. I’m not going to settle this time around.

I’m going to do this right.

House hunting

I AM NOT MOVING. I AM JUST DAYDREAMING.

Two kitchens. Two homes.

One home has two bedrooms, two bathrooms and 1300 square feet of living space. Also included is a single car garage and a small patio in the back for a grill or to sit in the sunshine during the non-snowy, non-pandemic months.

One home has four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms and 2100 square feet of living space. Also included is a double car garage, a large deck off the back with plenty of entertaining space and enough yard to have a large dog or have a garden, or swing set or whatever one’s heart desires.

Both are built in 2019. Both are renting for $1,500 per month and both are in very desirable areas of the city.

What’s the better choice? The layout of these kitchens are almost identical!

(Also, I know I don’t have a job yet and so looking at houses is silly. But, hiding away from the world every day to slow the spread of COVID leaves a girl with a lot of time on her hands. And I like house hunting!)


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The Cost of Living in Canada >

For the low, low price of $259,000 you can own your Elementary school >

If I ever won the lottery >

If I ever won the lottery.

One thing that I really love is real estate. Not for investment, but more so for living. Homes fascinate people. How people make them, how people decorate them, what’s popular and how styles come into popularity and fade out of popularity. All homes inspire me.

I love to drive down new streets and look at the homes, see what I like and what I do not. I also love browsing homes on Realtor.ca (also known as MLS). Realtor.CA allows you to see inside of the incredible homes that you can only see from the street when you drive by. It’s like being a fly on the wall in someone else’s life. (And I’m kind of nosy!)

I also like to look at homes and imagine lives for the people who live in them. I dream up entire scenarios of who they are and what they do, how they spend their time. Then I turn the stories into what I would do and how I would spend my time when I lived there.

I just love looking at homes.

One of the places that I love looking at homes is Vancouver. I’ve always felt at home when I’ve been in Vancouver and I’ve always had this idea in my mind that when I retire, I’m going to buy a massive home in Vancouver with a lot of windows and a home library to fill with the books of my travels. It’ll be my haven to come back to from all of my travels and my place for my loved ones to come and visit and escape the world for spring breaks and summer vacations, Christmas’ on the West Coast or just a weekend away. It’ll all be mine.

If I ever won the lottery…

I present: 4205 RockRidge Road, Vancouver B.C. Canada.

All photo credits go to the realtor Eric Christiansen/Realtor.ca.

“Sitting high on prestigious Rockridge Road is this incredible modern home designed by renowned architect Rob Ciccozzi for the current owners. Enjoy stunning views through massive floor to ceiling windows and a floating staircase running down a gorgeous concrete feature wall in the entrance foyer. The main floor boasts 12 foot ceilings, beautiful hardwood flooring, a huge climate-controlled wine room. The open plan kitchen, dining and living room are gorgeous and flow smoothly through massive folding doors to a huge patio and deck with sundrenched swimming pool. Offering 5 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms and an incredible master suite. Truly a special home in an amazing neighborhood. ” – From Listing

Click here to view > (House listing)

I love clean, crisp, minimalist designs. White walls, wood floors, simple appearances. If you look to the right it appears to be a wall of windows that can be fully opened for indoor/outdoor living, which is an incredible bonus!

Look at how warm and cozy this beautiful bedroom looks. I love that it’s so simple. There’s no need for a tv in the bedroom when you’ve got windows that large with views of the city.

The type of bathroom that dreams are made of. Imagine sitting in that tub, looking out at the view of the city lights/English bay to wind down each night. Also, that walk in shower with glass walls! I love everything about this room.

I love the fireplaces/cement throughout this house. It gives it a very minimalist look. The simple furniture is something that raises the profile of the home as it allows viewers to picture their own things in the space. I’m a fan of basic colours for large furniture and bright colours for accents (cushions, stools, etc).

I could imagine myself putting a giant bookshelf in here, as big as this wall. I would spend my days wandering through second hand bookstores all over the world to collect books to fill it with.

When it comes to homes, I love the ‘West Coast Contemporary’ style. Imagine having this many windows in your home to watch the sunset each night or the raindrops fall in the winter, or view the city lights each night before going to bed.

Imaging the parties, drinking the wine… playing the piano, singing the songs in my horrible, horrendous singing voice. I can absolutely see myself in every square inch of this home.

All I need is a cool, crisp $5.9 million dollars and it could be mine! Oh and $13,900 per year for property taxes.

All credits to realtor Eric Christiansen and Realtor.ca. Listing >