On the move...

I just do not understand why is it so fucking hard to find a place to move in this damn little town. It's not like there are "millions" of people scramble here and cause massive shortage of rental properties. Yet, finding a suitable place to rent is akin to finding a needle in a haystack. For many months I have been scrutinising web sites and newspapers trying to find a place to move. I even haunted the real estate offices whenever I have the time so I can hunt for the ideal place.

Many a times I just gave up out of frustration, put the whole house hunting business into the back burner and decided to stay put for a while. I can't recall how many times I gone through this "house-hunting-but-getting-nowhere" cycle. Somehow all those properties I short listed do not seem appealing enough to me. Either the property is too expensive to rent ($300 per week for an old 2 bedroom house, oh come on!) or the property is cheap to rent but located in some dodgy neighbourhoods or the property has too many rooms. It's always one reason or another that prevented me from making the final decision.

If I have the cash, I would have buy a house. However, the price of the houses and interests rates are just way too expensive. Unlike some people who are born with silver spoon or getting family help, I am on my own and I could not afford one. With my meagre savings, I can't even fork out for down payment.

Some well meaning friends told me to go flatting with someone. Excuse me? After working 10 hours per day dealing with the loony inmates in the asylum (aka workplace), I wasn't too keen about the idea of dealing with annoying room mates as well as picking up the mess when I got home. I would prefer to have my own quiet space and appreciate some decent privacy all by myself. Thank you very much! Besides I had a hard time of trusting people anyway. So the idea of sharing a living space with some strangers really puts me off.

However, things are deteriorating in the place where I stay lately. The tenant downstairs is getting very moody. He had smashed the windows to pieces twice for no apparent reason for the last couple of months. The family next door are making all kinds of noise you can imagine. That toddler from hell likes to scream for no reason and she likes to run in circles thumping loudly on the wooden floor. If she is not screaming, then she will be whining for hours. (If I had it my way, I would march next door and gave that little twit a tight smack at the bottom to shut her up, but that is not gonna happen.) I have been known for a high level of tolerance and extreme patience but this is really hitting my raw nerves.

Just as I was agonising what to do. An advertisement popped out from the corner of my eye a week ago. It is a spacious bedsit unit (unfurnished) that comes with separate kitchen and bathroom in a decent looking neighbourhood. I immediately went out to check out and booked an appointment to check the interior. It's just the place I wanted.

So I will be finalising the paper work and moving in a couple of weeks...