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The Situation:
Since I will be moving to Washington, DC in August, I decided to start looking for an apartment and get that aspect taken care of while I’m still in the same continent. The Georgetown five-year cooperative program in the Center for Latin American Studies sends their students abroad for one summer–both to get the abroad experience if one hasn’t already and to get some credits under the belt before diving into things in Washington, DC in August.
The minute that I moved back to my parents house from New Orleans for the two-week “in-between” time before heading to Rio de Janeiro, I started insistently looking at Craigslist. (You never know when the house of your dreams will get posted!). My two potential roommates are friends from Tulane who are also attending the same program with me at Geogetown next fall, not to mention that both of these girls were crucial parts of the delegation of Jamaica during the Washington Model Organziation of American States. Unfortunately they are already in South America attending a program in Chile.
So the three of us, me in Atlanta and the girls in Chile, are trying to find an apartment in Washington, DC, thank god for Google Map’s “Street View.” I wasn’t discouraged. I was going to find an apartment before I left for Brazil.
The Search:
A few days after I decided to room with these two girls one of them decided to let me know that: She has a 50 pound dog. So now the challenge was not only to find a house/apartment with three bedrooms near Georgetown or a Metro that was at some sort of reasonable price (reasonable might not be the best word in Washington, DC), but also we had to find a “pet friendly” place with all of the above. Well, I think we finally found the perfect house. It is within walking distance of Georgetown and it is as reasonable as Washington, DC gets. It’s the perfect “Three Story Rowhouse in the Heart of Georgetown.”
The only problem is that I think we have annoyed the landlord already by asking about whether or not she allows dogs. I just received an email this morning: “Stop Asking About the Dog.” Oops. I hope we didn’t get off on the wrong foot already! Needless to say, the dog will have to stay with the folks, because we’re going to sign our virtual lease, and I got an apartment before I left for Rio!
