Renting is like dating. You first have to flirt with the apartments’ friends, the realtors and landlord, convincing them that you are perfect for the apartment – that no one else will love it as much as you do. Now the apartment is like a potential mate. You inspect every inch of it before weighing up the positives and negatives to decide if you could in fact love it long-term knowing all its’ faults.
Before renting my current apartment here was my list:
Relationship deal breakers
- Pale green walls throughout the living/dining/kitchen space
- Emergency airplane lighting in bathroom
- Pale yellow walls in bedroom
- No dishwasher
- Subway tiles throughout kitchen
- One minute walk to the largest supermarket I have ever seen in London
- Two minute walk to train station
- Five minute cycle to Shoreditch markets
- Communal barbecue area
In other words perfect location versus washing dishes and living with ugly walls. Chris was like the pushy best friend of the flat who kept promising me that it had an awesome personality- I just had to wait a while to see it myself.
So, with complete faith in his promise, we waged a two week war over painting the green walls with the realtors before giving in and signing the contract. (The realtor agreed we could paint them but the landlord did not. I’ll be honest – I almost walked away.)
Now that I have given you proper warning please feel free to tour my marsh green East London flat:
We inherited one not so white any more sofa and a black, glass TV stand from the 80s.
The subway tiles that salvaged my relationship with the flat.
The awkward corner in our walk-in wardrobe that baffles my inner interior designer.
The walk-in wardrobe complete with faulty window.
Hello bedroom sconce’s- this is the 90s, come back!
Yellow lemon dream bedroom complete with timber ceilings.
Emergency lighting to help you find your nearest exit. We also inherited one dirty, old bathmat.
(Sorry- these are all phone photos as my camera was buried in a moving box somewhere!)
Since moving in I have discovered more odd quirks about the place. For example, our white sofa is not white any more nor will it ever be again, the hot water runs out after the third shower and every setting but one is a grill on the oven. Anyone tempted by char-grilled food is welcome here.
I am sure that there is a huge percentage of UK renters out there who have similar stories about their apartment and I would love to know what kind of things you have learned to love in your place.