My new best friend…
I made a brief trip to Seattle this weekend to try to find a place to live. The first place I looked was in a neighborhood called Wallingford, but the place I was going to look at had moved its open house to Sunday. The place looked pretty nice from the little bit I was able to peek inside and see, and I fell in love with the neighborhood. I spent the rest of the day visiting places that mostly just depressed me and was starting to feel a little hopeless. One weekend, end of October, move-in in one week…not an easy time to find a place.
So there I was - a place I hadn’t even been inside of yet was at the top of my list. And there were a couple lingering questions as well…showstoppers. But I woke up Sunday morning with a few other places to check out. For a little bit of good luck, I stopped at the Fremont Troll and said a few words in his honor and asked him to help me out. We shook hands and I headed out to the next property. And help me out he did - I went to the open house of my top choice and put my name on the list as it was (nearly) everything I’d hoped for. Then a grueling three hours of waiting ensued with me saying a few prayers to the troll gods every now and then. And finally I received a call that I was in. Awesome! Unfortunately, the 2nd bedroom worked better for the pool table than a guest room…so sorry, any guests that visit will not have their own guest room…but you will have to pay your respects to the Troll.
Unfortunately, I will miss Troll-a-ween to pay my proper dues to the Fremont Troll, but perhaps next year!