I have no idea what this building is. It's located in suburban Island Bay. Is it a defunct church? Old Masonic lodge? Warehouse with delusions of grandeur? Whatever it is, I'm fairly certain it's not for rent. Or at least not in my price range.
Most likely looking flat at the moment is a one bedroom place up Epuni St, in Aro Valley. There are a lot of stairs involved. If I'm offered it, I'll take it, but there are enough downsides that I won't be too upset if I'm not. There's no place to get the scooter off the street for a start, although I'm assured that I would not have to purchase a resident's parking permit for it.
So readers. Distract me from my house-hunting woes. What is the best place you've lived in? Or the worst?
masonic, i may have been inside once, someone was living there and i forget why i was visiting. maybe it was for sale.that might have been another one down near the beach end
the best place i have lived in i think is my current house. though my hamilton place had 5 kinds of fruit tree and several fruit shrubs/vines.
Your Hamilton place sounds like my parents' first house in Te Atatu. Lemons, mandarins, grapefruit (every second year, the tree was weird like that) gala apples and plums. And a passionfruit vine where preying mantises hung out.
|Date:||January 18th, 2012 08:27 am (UTC)|| |
The one I'm in now is pretty damn cool - it's warm, dry, sunny and central.
However, many many years ago I lived in a four bedroom brick house 25km from the nearest town, with 270 degree views east, north and west over the Tangihuas and the Northern Wairoa River valley, on a farm of 1200 acres that I could ride on and keep my horse, for $80 a week. It also had a pool and an orchard. That was also pretty cool. ;-)
man, I had the opposite rural experience: house with a maize paddock around it, so for months it was obscured from every view, and the rest of the time surrounded by a flat stubbled wasteland dotted with skeletal cows the farmer insisted could sustain themselves on the stalks if they got hungry enough.
|Date:||January 18th, 2012 01:36 pm (UTC)|| |
I moved from my M&D's house to the one I live in now.
I've never rented.
Yes, I know I'm an oddball!
|Date:||January 18th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)|| |
The worst apartment I ever had was right after I split up from my ex-husband. Flat hunting in February woes compounded with HAVING to get out. I wound up in a flat in Herne Bay that sounded great on paper...but the minute I moved in, everything possible went wrong. Suddenly, my boss hated me, my cat was beaten up by a cat next door, I developed a mysterious ailment, the flatmates above turned out to be DJs with their mixing deck right above my bedroom, and a neighbor's car, in a freak accident, had the brake go and smacked into my car in its off-street parking place. I sat in the bathtub and cried for hours.
Tired of this panolpy of woes, I called...a feng shui practitioner. He analyzed the place, told me it was All The Wrong Directions for me, and added - with the caveat that this was unusual - that any woman who lived in that building would become chronically ill. He had no idea that my landlady had moved out of the house because her unusual chronic illness required treatment in the US. He was so apologetic about all this ("usually it can be fixed") that he evaluated my next place gratis.
I moved out within the month and life was less luxurious but a lot better. And I've compass-checked the directions of all my residences ever since. Go on and make fun of me...
Ergh. Flat hunt in February is what I'm creeping up on. Well, I have a couple of options for places I can crash at should the worst come to the worst, but I'm not fond of the idea of moving twice...
Looks like an old cinema or dance hall maybe.
The best and worst places I've lived have more to do with the people in them than anything else I think. I still have fond memories of Otara Street, despite it being very very cold, and of course of Marissa's huge family home that we lived in in Avonhead.