So, we got up early (despite John and the girls being up in SF last night) and made our way over to the Los Gatos house. We were there early, as we knew it’d be a cattle call, and we wanted first dibs if we could get ‘em.
The front of the house was plain. Cute, but plain, which worked for me, as I like plain.
The owners drove up (at exactly 10 a.m.), and we got out to meet them. D was feeling shy, and did not want to go into the house. The lady said, “Is it because I’m Asian?” Now…John and Jess thought it was funny, I found it offensive, seeing as we were there with Jess who is English, Filipino, and Chinese…and that she is his mommy. And, that his Loli is Filipino/Chinese. Seriously…I didn’t consider it the “ice breaker” that she did.
We get inside, and the first thing I noticed is that there is a HUGE intercom thing on the wall. And, not anything from the latter portion of the 20th century. We’re talking original 1950’s intercom. Oh well, keep walking, right?
D would not let go of me, he was squeezing me SO tight. Outside in the backyard, he actually looked up and looked at the flowers and everything, but when we went to go back in, he squeezed into me again. The outside was beautiful, and quite frankly, could have been the selling point of the house. (Note: Could have been.)
We went back inside just as more people were showing up. We went into the kitchen, and I noticed that while there was fresh paint, everything else was from the 50’s! The original microwave, original oven, original trash compactor. They did put in a newer (80’s) refridgerator. We went down the hall, and saw the bathroom. It had pieces of the porcelain overlay in the tub chipped out, and was dark. The rooms were…beyond small. Our King sized bed wouldn’t have fit into any of them. The “Master” (if you can even call it that) was the size of a small bedroom, but had a bathroom. Here’s the catch…the bathroom HAD NO DOOR! It was just an alcove off the front of the room. Yeah…SO not okay with me. Oh, I should also mention that the ceiling was like an office. You know, those removable rectangles?
What would have been John’s room and the master were linked above the closet…the ceiling went over and it didn’t go all the way to the top. Are you kidding me?
Oh, and in that room, there was an NRA sticker on the window. Creeptastical for me. I tend to associate NRA members with homophobia, and while I am sure there are plenty of NRA members who aren’t homophobic, it’s a rough spot for me.
I will also mention that there was no central heat (which we don’t have here either, but have decided we really need), and only one tiny wall airconditioner in the living room. All of this, for $2250 in the really ritzy city of Los Gatos.
*sigh*
We did hear back from the folks @ the Kehoe Ct. place. And, so far, that is looking pretty good. I’m just hoping they are willing to look past our not-so-even-close-to-perfect credit and offer it to us. If it’s where we’re supposed to be.
On another note, we may be postponing the wedding. Jess feels like it’d be better to do when we can really dedicate our hearts and souls to it, which right now, we SO cannot. I’m saddened by that…but understand. It’s not official, but let’s be honest, what Jess wants, Jess gets.
Today has been rough and it’s only 1:37 p.m.
