It was cheap when we moved in a little over 5years ago and for the area it is still cheap despite the rent increases over 5years which has seen our rent increase by $115 per week. Steep perhaps, I'm actually wondering when they're going to stop jacking our rent up. It seems to me as though the real estate agency makes a game out of it, let's up it $20 this time and see if they stay put or move.
I'm not sure what justifiable reasons they have for upping the rent apart from the reputation of the area. The week we were supposed to move in, the ceiling in the dining room caved. That was okay with me, because it simply meant another week of not paying rent. Two years later, one of the kitchen cupboards (three doors wide and two shelves high) came away from the wall and came crashing down. We'd been standing just inches out of harm's way.
But that's not why I'm writing this post. This post is about the bountiful amount of sunlight we get in our delightful shambles of a rental home.
Because of this glorious amount of sunlight, our rental is consequently very, very cold in winter. Not helped at all by having tiled floors throughout the majority of the house. This is a house that hasn't been well thought out in terms of temperature comfort, methinks anyway.
As you can see from this picture, in order to get this pretty patch of morning sun in an useless part of the house, we have to first open the door. This works most of the time, but our next door neighbour who shares our lounge room wall has a smoking habit that he vehemently denies having. That little wall with the pot plants on it, behind the cat. Those are the steps to his door, so as you can imagine, sometimes we are graced with the wafting smell of filthy smoke. So it becomes a choice that isn't much of one, a patch of sunlight or un-smoke-scented air? Sometimes we get lucky and we get a patch of sunlight and fresh air. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
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