Again another week has passed and it's been busy and stressful. Emmi came and at least I had a nice time hanging out with here and pretending to be a tourist :-D While she was shopping and making me jealous, Nati and I were house hunting. The following paragraph is going to be ranting so feel free to skip it.
Like some of you know, my plan is to move out of halls and my lease ends next Friday. The original plan was to find a house for us for the whole summer, but now that I'm coming to Finland for July and August at least so we have decided that the new lease could start at the end of August that would give us more options in finding a suitable house. Our budget has been raised already because it is impossible to find proper places here in London with an extremely low budget.
Okay the rant starts now. On Thursday we had two viewings in Archway that is a bit to North and in zone 2. Long story short, the first property we saw was simply perfect. It had two nice sized and looking rooms, a large kitchen and a garden - and it was in our budget! Also the location was very ideal and all in all, I fell in love with it. We considered making an offer for about ten minutes and after that realized that we are not going to be finding anything better and we really need a house. So we made an offer and everything was fine until we got to the signign the contract. We were aware that we would have to pay a three months worth of rent and a three months deposit which would be a lot of money, but still duable. Apparently it is quite common to pay six months rent, especially if you are an international student. Anyway, when we were signing, the agent says that actually the land lord wants a year's rent in advance because we don't have an UK guarantor who needs to own a house. Obviously we needed to think about it before signing because they were asking us over 15 000 pounds (=22 000 euros) and that is a huge amount of money.
So Nati and I found a cafe and started phoning. I called my parents to ask their opinion (absolutely not) and Nati called our university's accommodation advisers and UCL's department as well (again, no way in a million years do they advice it). Basically, again cutting the long and boring story short, we had a few options. One would have been to pay to get an UK guarantor. However, my dad, as a lawyer he is, said no way in hell because it is most likely a scam and they just take our money. So that was off the table. Our second option was to contact my dad's cousin who lives here in London, but who I still haven't had a chance to meet. I was feeling rather awkward about asking her to be my guarentor because, like I said, I had never even spoken to her. I ended up calling her anyway and she turned out to be the nicest lady ever. She said immediately that she would be the guarentor and we agreed to meet after summer. Everything was perfect...
... except it wasn't. Like I said, the guarentor needs to own a house in the UK and she and her husband are renting as well. So that was that. Now in present, we had called the agency and asked if it would be possible to negotiate with the land lord to do six months and after that six months again because what he is asking is just not reasonable. We are waiting to hear from our agent, but we have also scheduled new viewings. I hate letting the place go because it just felt like the right place for us, but... I don't know, I guess we need to be realistic that it's most likely not going to happen. Let me tell you something though, HOUSE HUNTING SUCKS WHEN YOU ARE POOR.
Otherwise things are good. Less than a week for Taylor Swift's concert and exactly a week to One Direction's. I'm completely in love with Hunter Hayes' music. Mari comes here tomorrow evening and we are going to go buy the new Grey book (lol). I passed teeline 80 words a minute (did I already tell this?), but ended up not trying 90 because I just didn't have time to practice enough. I have made new contacts with PR people for clubs in Mayfair, which is great. This week I will have partied four nights in a row. I have to (start and) finish a 1500 words article for Sunday. I'm hungry and tired and my room is a mess.
Now I need to start get ready to go out dancing (again). Have a great midsummer!
i can't give you any answer that you need
but i wanna hear everything you wanna tell me
you're not alone, i'll listen to your tears give out
you're safe and sound, i swear that i won't let you down
what's hurting you, i feel it too
i mean it when i say when you cry, i cry with you