Apartment hunting in Boston was harrowing. Its real estate market gets second place for insanity, falling behind only NYC. We tried for about a week to find a place without an agent, then finally gave up and latched on to the very friendly people at this place. Yes, those ladies are the owners, and they are as crazy as they look.
When I walked into the office, the woman on the left who looks kind of like Lily Tomlin walked up to me and said, "Allison! How are you?! You don't look 5 months pregnant!" In case you are not aware, my name is not Allison, and I am not pregnant.
The woman on the right is married to the bassist from the J. Giles band. As crazy as it is to have to pay an agent simply to show you an apartment to rent, I was pretty happy to give these people my money.
The place is quite nice, too: 3rd floor of the classic Boston triple-decker, hardwoods, 2 bedrooms, and nearly as spacious as the place we're in now. As you can perhaps imagine, the rent is about equal to a mortgage payment on a pretty nice little house in Ex-industrial City.
The least starts September 1. Our lease here ends July 31. For intervening month, we shall be living in cardboard boxes, or perhaps a van by the river.
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