The hardest part about loosing the space I have occupied for six years is finding another one to call home. The rental market in Charleston is fierce right now. With the Olympics starting this week I have found a new found understanding of what it is like to get the silver instead of the gold.
So far in our search, we started with a dream house, 2100sq ft renovated kitchen, huge den, fenced in yard, and one block from the water. The picture from above is from the park just around the corner. We were second, Shocker isn’t it that the first couple changed their plans to take it.
In between there we have visited many homes that look more like frat houses, small kitchens from the 70’s, the closet space big enough to fit my jean collection, and locations that do not scream “Take your new baby on a walk around me!”
There was also a great vintage bungalow on the marsh, with a window in the living room giving you expansive views. The inside was enough to make Ron Burgendy proud, and cool enough that two grad students took it right out from underneath me.
Last week I called about an Old Charleston house right on Wapoo Creek an old friendly Charleston native answered and told me I was first. FIrst! Ahhhh Success! Bruce greeted us at the door of his mother’s estate, a beautiful Home that looked just out of Gone with the Wind. Large collums graced the front of the house, ironwork fenced in the back-yard, chandaliers and custom molding that would make Anthropologie swoon decorated the inside. Bruce the owner, in his hawaiian shirt with his belly handging out, then informed us the pool filled with tadpoles was ours to maintain, the entire upstairs with the 3 bedrooms had no AC, the back deck where the washer and dryer was stored was a perfect place to hang out…and the electricity bills? well that’s one answer Bruce just didn’t have. Slowly we realized being First! on this occasion was not the best.
Still searching, yesterday we were second again to a nice house that sits right beside a Home for Veterans that have lost their way. No judgement there, but staying home in the day with my baby beside a house full of men that are lost in the world left some concerns. Again the entire upstairs was not centrally heated or AC, and the bathrooms boasted colored tiles from the 60’s and showers just big enough for Mary Lou Retton.
So in the spirit of Melissa, one of my favorite blogger’s at Dear Baby, (sorry I still haven’t figured out how to show links here) I am going to put my wish list out there. Afterall my family has been through enough lately, all we are asking for is a new place to call Home.
So Dear Rental Gods,
Please allow us to find a home that:
Has 3 bedrooms and 2 baths
A fenced in yard for Sullea and Mia
A safe Neighborhood for Baby M and places where he can go for Stroller rides
An Oak Tree or flowers wouldn’t be bad either
A deck, patio, or Screened in Porch
Updated bathroom and kitchen
Storage, a closet big enough to hang all our clothes,
For good measure a fireplace, old brick, plank floors…something unique
And last but not least, a perfect place to put the Christmas Tree.
Signed, Your Dream Renter