I swear, the people here are insane...
Or maybe they're not. Maybe it's just me.
Anyway, today's selection of flats in the Rhein-Neckar-Zeitung's house-hunting section were limited, to say the least. But, there did seem to be one solitary gem amongst the dross, and I managed to wangle a viewing this afternoon.
Before that though, there was the house near the delectable Cafe Frisch, just down the road from where I am now. It's an agency flat, so you have to fork out a non-returnable fee of Eu-1600... but it was a good size, WITH a kitchen. Not the nicest of kitchens, sure, but I've seen worse. The balcony was small, but had a view of the castle. Definitely channelling the spirit of Mrs Richards though in terms of that Schlossblick... 'it's over there, between the roofs and the sky!'. A little noisy, but you'd get used to that. Anyway, it's a possibility, aside from the twelve hundred quid fly in the ointment.
So. The next stop was flat number 4, which is spitting distance from a bus stop to the lab, a drug store, a supermarket and a choice of cafes. Two-bed again, with an open-ish plan kitchen/lounge of a good size, a decent balcony-sized sunroom, a small bathroom and a useful lobby/hall area. Its postal address is on a main road, but the building itself is in the back yard of a house on the main street, so it's actually pretty peaceful. I even saw one of the five cats of Heidelberg in the garden (they don't go in much for cats here. Dogs, yes. Cats, no). It's less than a 15min walk to the main station along some very quiet streets (semi-pedestrianised), and the tenant is willing to sell on some of the furnishings - potentially very useful to me!
So what's the catch. Well, it's the kitchen. The elephant in the ointment, as it were. It's lovely, but it belongs to the tenant, so it doesn't quite count as an einbaukuche. They're willing to sell it to the next tenant. For 2500 Euros.
That's probably not a bad price, and you could think of it like a deposit, and either take it with you when you move out or sell it on to the next people, but even so... 2500 Euros. Plus whatever they want for the furniture, if I go for any of it. And I won't even find out if they want me as the next tenant until saturday, when the owner chooses between all the interested parties.
Bloody Hell.
I'm starting to think I'll be homeless come april. The whole thing makes me want to scream, and I can't share the burden with Jez right now - he's got enough on his plate with the job hunt. The school have just made an offer to his replacement, so we're past the point of no return now.
Sympathy, please? Or a WAAAAAAAHMBULANCE? I need one or the other right now.
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