Last week, our shady Russian landlord called me to ask if I would do him a favor, and help rent the studio that adjoins our apartment. In exchange, he’d credit me some cash towards my rent, and not issue a new lease until I move out next year. Sounded like a deal to me, so I took the responsibility, and put up an ad on Craigslist.
The studio is $900 – and it is a studio. One room. And I’ve still had seventy one responses. I’m actually surprised by this, because I never expected this kind of deluge of responses. Not for a beach neighborhood apartment in November. But then again, even though we suspect the building is held together with duct tape, my roomate and I still moved in because we loved the neighborhood. And reading the email responses today, it seems that seventy-one other people do as well. I just wonder if they’ll love it as much once they realize that it’s a fairly small studio in a cheaply assembled building. Maybe I should put that in the ad to at least slow the deluge pouring into my gMail. Or maybe I should just add that the reason we need another week before showing it is because it will need to be aired out to rid it of the smell of the skunkweed my soon to be neighbor insisted on smoking.
However, many of the responses were from people who had lived in Venice, and wanted to come back, people who already lived with roomates and wanted a place of their own, or people who just really want to live in Venice. And hearing so many people express their enthusiasm for my own neighborhood has made me open my eyes again, and look at all the things I started to take for granted after being in the area for a few months. Even the coolest neighborhoods can be taken for granted if you’re complacent enough.
DO NOT leave comments if you think you’re going to be the seventy-second applicant, by the way. Track me down via email and/or my personal blog instead – this post is actually to remark on how surprised I am at the response I’ve gotten, not to shill the studio on MetBlogging.
(Photo is of Venice Beach in summertime, the place that is the draw for so many people that live there – or just want to)