A little background info: An apartment we desperately want popped up on craigslist Friday. We called and said we'd pay in cash and our first born right there if they would give it to us. No deal. We have to go to the open house the next day. They want to meet all their applicants.
Fine, but we live 14 hours away... So we buy expensive, expensive plane tickets. Andrew flys out for the day.
He arrives 30 minutes early to the open house. Two, white, affluent looking couples are already there. By the time it started, 13 other applicants had arrived.
He goes in, walks around, and then tries to make small talk with the landlord. She tells him to just turn in his application and go. No need to chat.
So we now are praying and holding seances and practicing witch craft to try and will these people to pick us out of the 15 other applicants. Please pick us, we don't want to have to keep flying out.
And for those of you who don't understand how hard it is to find housing in SF, I looked on craigslist for apartment in the Upper East Side of New York and they were 1.cheaper and 2. there were tons of options. San Francisco is smaller and thus, housing is harder to come by and more expensive.
Maybe the worst part of it all? My husband shaved off his bautiful, manly beard in attempt to make a better first impression. He promised me he would grow it back as soon as he shaved it off.
Before (LOVE that scruff!)
After (babyface Shaw)
Finger's crossed that it was all worth it!