Today was a magical day. We left the Island and headed over on a mission to change our family’s life, and at about the halfway point we fully succeeded.
Things started out dubious when we pulled up to our host for the next two days, whom I met on Craigslist. It was supposed to be the house we were staying at for the next two nights. A very large, pale woman greeted us at the door and let us into a dimly-lit piece-of-shit house which was inhabited by we assume to be her grown-up son sitting on the couch on his laptop.
She led us to the back room, which was really the master room in the house. It was clean but so run down, depressing and downright creepy. After we walked out and talked for a few minutes, I went back to her door.
“Hi Alison. I’m sorry, but this isn’t what we had in mind.”
Yeah, I could tell by the looks on your faces when I showed you around,” she said, with a hint of edgy sneer in her voice. “What wrong with the place.”
I didn’t want to offend her so I paused, but then pressed on because I wanted to be upfront. “I’m sorry, it’s not what we had inmind.”
She got defensive again, and the son tried to calm her down, but I left.
After that we drove to Sunset Beach and pulled into my new client’s house. We met, he was cool and I not only got the job but I also got to stay in his back house rental for two night for free!
See how the Universe works?
But that’s not even the beginning of the story. We then went view a rental, and let’s say the timing of everything—all the stars aligning, etc.—all pointed to us signing a lease on a North Shore house for the next year…TBC