And the For my third year of university I was planning on moving into a large four bedroom house

with the three girls I'd live with during second year.

We gotten quite close over the previous two years and I was more than happy to spend my

third and final year with them.

But in the last few weeks before summer break, I spotted a sign in the window of a house on my way back from

uni and not just any old house either. This house was on my regular route back

from university meaning that I'd walked past it a hundred times over the previous eight months or so.

And if I'm perfectly honest, I was obsessed with it.

It sat on the elbow on a crook street that was mostly terrorist houses and it stood out not only because

it was detached but because it has this cozy cottage vibe that appeared refreshingly out of place.

It was the kind of house that I could see myself growing into a crazy

old cat lady in and I can assure you, I mean that in the best possible sense. They had a tiny

little garden out front and from the looks of things an outdoor cat who would let me pet her whenever she was sitting on the wall outside.

All in all, it added up to my dream home, so imagine my excitement when I see a room for let sign in the window.

I made a note of the email address printed on the small homemade sign and then

practically ran back home to write up a first draft.

Oh, and I mean first draft.

The email said to send over a phone number in a brief introduction,

but I think I must have hit about 600 words before I realized that it was getting out of hand.

I definitely went overboard in terms of piping myself up and heaping praise on their home, but I wanted to live there so, so badly badly and when the couple who owned the home got back to me I wanted it even more

They were a lovely husband and wife couple named Jen and Andrew and the rent that they were asking for was about half what the

other landlord wanted for our four bedroom place. I wouldn't even have to feel bad

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