Moving to Washington means, among other things, accepting that unless I want to spend more than 50% of my federal wages on rent that I need roommates. Craiglist is a bountiful source of ridiculous and creepy people, but today I found a rare treasure in that someone had written fan fiction about their roommate experience as part of their ad, which features a suspiciously gorgeous house and insanely low rent.
Onto the fan fic though:
The following is an e email from Manny, a federal government official who is assigned to a new location for his job. With his permission, I pasted below FYI about the place.
This is to formally give you 30 days notice of my intent to vacate my rental unit at [redacted] Travilah Road. I plan to move out by May 26, 2013.
Thank you for allowing me to join what I consider a brotherhood at your house. Despite the diversity of the tenants’ backgrounds and professions, the group seems to come together nicely into a cohesive team, whose members all look out for and care for one another. When I first moved in, I thought that the rent is so low — there must be something wrong with the place (!!). Since the house is obviously beautiful and well-kept … I concluded that the problem must be with the other tenants. So, my plan was just to lay low and to keep to myself. Because I leave for work very early and come home late anyway, I figured I can avoid interacting with the others.
It turns out I was absolutely wrong! It turns out that everybody else is pretty much in the same boat as I am. I found out that everybody else is a dedicated professional, who love their job and work long hours. I found everybody to be collegial, respectful, and have workaholic tendencies (in a good way). The gentlemen who are living (or have lived here) include doctors, military officers, investment bankers, CPAs, deputy sheriff, construction foremen, etc. It has been a wide-ranging and diverse set of tenants, but we all seem to have particular things in common: we are all generally neat, quiet, organized, and conscientious. We all have the “we’re all in this together” attitude and help out each other when we can.
For example, when Jason got into a car accident and his car was totaled, the other tenants helped him by providing rides for four months. When Garrett moved out, he left me a six-pack of beer in the fridge. When my son visited from college, everyone made him feel very welcome. I know these are just little, simple things. But these little things make a big difference, especially for someone like me who is separated from his family because of his job. My experience here validated my decision to live in a group home rather than to live alone in a single apartment (which I could have easily afforded). Ultimately, I’m not saying that tenants have to immerse themselves into this “brotherhood.” The space is certainly large enough — and people have their own separate lives — that it is easy to just keep to ourselves. But it’s always nice to have the luxury of being able to choose.
I would highly recommend this house to any professional looking for a quiet place to live among other respectful professionals. In fact, I have mentioned this house to two others at the FDIC. They may be calling you soon (Leo Madrid or Gerald Bocar).