Push Me, Pullman

With a little over a month left in Pullman we thought maybe it was time we started looking for a place to live. We had no idea where to even begin searching in Portland so I contacted an agent. We didn’t even know what we really wanted; a condo, a house, how many bedrooms, how many bathrooms, or most importantly how much we wanted to spend. Nevertheless we set out Saturday morning on our search.

Our first destination was the up and coming St. Johns area North of Portland where we looked at a few condos. There was one that was pretty nice that had been fully renovated with hardwood floors and shiny new metal appliances for damn cheap too, but small, oh so very tiny, minuscule even. We then saw a string of some of the worst houses I’ve ever been inside with smells I had and hope to never smell again. Eventually we came to the “KISS House”. We labeled it as such because of the over abundance of KISS memorabilia and because it sounded better than the “Domestic Abuse House”. So first we were a little put off that the seller’s realtor had scheduled two showings at the same time. Then we enter to find that one of the occupants is still there with her baby. So the seventy of us crowded in the entry way promptly dispersed to different sections of the house. As I went from room to room I started noticing a lot of badly done patches in the walls. By the time I made it to the master bedroom door I knew what was up. The door’s latch was broken outward as if having been busted in assumingly by some dumb ass drunk not smart enough to stick a screw driver in the lock release hole on the door knob. Hundreds of scenes from Lifetime movies come to mind. The backyard was Kelly Butte Park. There’s about five feet or so out from the house then an eighty degree angle climb up to the top. It was awesome and probably my favorite feature of the house.

We were so tired by the time we saw the fourteenth house that I don’t even think I went in any of the rooms. The neighborhood gave off a serious suburbia vibe. We started having bad flashbacks of our brand new house we once owned in the Vandervean subdivision in Columbia surrounded by procreating yuppies. We couldn’t get out of there and back to Marcus and Mary’s place fast enough. After a shower and a nap we sat down and looked over all out choices and decided we could really make the “KISS House” work for us. So we put in an offer. Unfortunately so had four other potential buyers so we’ll see.