The chosen ones

Apparently proof of income and copies of passports was enough for us to be the lucky "chosen" ones to rent the house we "applied" for. No meeting with the owner, no groveling about what good huurders we'd be - nothing. Just a phone call from the realtor saying "you won".

Of course we applied for the nicer house so remember that rent range? Yeah, we'd be at that end of it. But there were so many amenities. Like a garage (no trying to find a parking place on the street) and a garden (no walking the dog in the rain) and safer staircases (no broken necks) and . . . well you get the picture.

Now comes the hard part. Do we take it? Do we enter into that 9 yr. lease agreement? Do we pay an arm and a leg and at least another calf for rent? Was I secretly hoping we'd not be the chosen ones? Do we wait and risk finding another huis that only costs an arm and a thigh? One with 5" stair treads and only a sink?

It's Friday. I'll think about that tomorrow . . . 'cause tomorrow is anutha day.