We have all had those pesky landlords, whether they are snobbish, nosy or just plain rude; renting a home from the greater unknown is always a challenge. Life is unexpected by nature and outer appearances can be deceiving to anybody looking to buy, sell or rent property.
It was July and I had had enough. Being relatively fresh in Cape Town and currently occupying a small hole of approximately 10 square meters, which is part and parcel of rentals Cape Town, I finally worked myself into a more comfortable living situation.
I managed to view a house that seemed like a place to call home, after trekking through the mother city endlessly, in quest of furnished apartments to rent in Cape Town. From the outside alone it was a stunning looking place; with a mix of Spanish and Victorian influence, spacious living areas, a roof terrace and the beach right across the road. With six rooms and a healthy mix of housemates, I decided to move in. The shock of my life confronted me like a swift golf ball to the temple as one of the rooms in the house was the landlady’s…the very reason I moved out of my parents’ house was now staring me in the face once again.
This is Cape Town, and as we all already know the property game is somewhat Ludacris. Searching for flats to rent in Cape Town can bring grown men to tears at the sheer cost of all fifteen squares. The reality is that cheap flats to rent in Cape Town simply do not exist, and it is for this precise reason that I needed to accept it and make the most out of the arrangement. The landlady was a middle-aged lady of European decent. At first she didn’t bother me too much and everything seemed just fine, but wasn’t long after I started to realize that this lady had a few screws missing.
Parading through the corridors she would shout the names of her tenants in a screeching tone, waking every living creature for acres. Making daily food became all too much, she would literally hover over, look in the oven and in the pan currently sizzling on the stove top and still have the inclination to ask what it was that was cooking. The single most frustrating habit was however something that still perplexes me to this day. The landlady had a slightly disturbing relationship with her couch. The couch itself was not pretty or expensive. Plain and highly decorated all at the same time, Mrs X would finely perfect and manicure the scatter cushions on the couch at every opportunity. This became so bad that friends literally had to be placed on the floor rather than the couch.
The ugly truth is that we signed a rental agreement out of desperation, which landed us in sticky living arrangements…
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