Wow, I think we found a place.
Let me step back a bit. The Boyfriend and I are in the Bay Area looking for a place to live. I accepted a job as a community blogger at CBS5 in San Francisco, and so we'll need a place to hang our hats. He and I came out here on a 4 day house hunting trip, and I think we've found our spot.
It's a three bedroom house in the heart of Berkeley with pergo wood floors throughout, a huge kitchen with a stainless steel fridge (with a freezer on the bottom!), dishwasher, washer, dryer, plenty of storage (a basement!), free off-street parking, a small yard in back, gorgeous tile in the bathroom and eating area and a KICK ASS working fireplace in the den. It's gorgeous. It's a four block walk to BART, and there are two off-leash dog parks within a mile. Landlord pays for garbage and water. There is even an adorable flower/cacti garden in the front yard. It's fucking perfect. (Okay, a fenced yard would be nice, but we are not gonna push it.) It is on the high end of what we can afford, but after looking at some super sketchy places in Oakland we are thrilled to have found this house.
Landlord has seen all our paperwork and is even cutting us a break on rent since we aren't moving right away. All we are waiting on is for dude to call our rental references (previous landlords who love us) and then he'll fax the lease to us at the beginning of the week. I wish we could have something binding before we leave for Tennessee, but he didn't even list this place until yesterday. We were the first people to view it. He's not going to even show it to anyone else, so I guess it's ours unless there is some bizarre stroke of bad luck.
OMG, so excited.
UPDATE: It's official. We got the house. Photo coming soon!