Well apparently I got here just in time for the expat real estate boom in Saigon. Hoorah for me.
I backed out on the last apartment b/c it was so damn far away. Now I’m sucking it up and saying “ok, fine, I will pay more than $200/month for a place. For heaven’s sake I’m from Chicago, when did $300 start sounding expensive to me??”
Oh right, when the economy went to hell in a handbasket.That’s it.
I was just talking with Mr. Jon, the guy who was showing me apartments this morning. He said he’s heard that finding an apartment here is like finding a job. I can attest to the fact that, no, it’s much harder. A job only took one day. This has taken two weeks going on three.
Mr. Jon lived in California for 16 years working in real estate and banking. He moved back here to do this two years ago (talk about riding the waves, friends). Everyone told him he was crazy for coming back.
I’d say he outsmarted us all, in almost perfect fashion.
