I am so tired of looking for a new place to live. But I know that we have to find something fast, since Trinity drove his new commute yesterday (from Monterey Hills to Ventura, people – that’s about 72 miles each way, people!) and he was exhausted. He came home, ate some dinner, then promptly fell asleep in my lap as I finished watching “Red Eye.” Poor thing!
But I gotta say, trying to find a place in the very white-bread Conejo Valley is getting discouraging. Yesterday’s dilemma was – which place to choose? The much bigger place with the funky paint or the much smaller, but absolutely beautiful, new place at about the same price? But that decision was taken away from us since the owners of the condo (who were originally trying to sell the place, but couldn’t, so decided to lease) chose another renter instead.
I found that out this morning, and I’m very conflicted about whether to be angry about it. First off, when we met the husband (I had originally talked to the wife), he seemed standoffish and reticent. He didn’t volunteer much information, and the information we got was like pulling teeth. He didn’t know if the complex had a pool (but according to Google Maps satellites, it does). He wasn’t sure about how the complex parking requests went. And he didn’t have any rental applications for us to take – he said to call his wife the next day for them. But that turned out to be the day he rented out the place.
What happened? Did he already have someone in mind? Then why bother showing the place? Did he not like my questions about painting the place? Or did he just not like interracial couples?
I really hope its not that. I hate to think that people are still that way nowadays. The only thing I can do now is to trust in God, that He’s got the perfect place for us and that He wouldn’t let us end up in a place where I might end up hating my landlord – again. (Not my current landlord – No way! I love my current landlord! – but the previous one.)
And see, if I’d read this article before deciding on moving to the Conejo Valley, I might have been intimidated:
Wealth and fame are no strangers to this area, home to five Fortune 500 companies: Countrywide Financial Corp., Dole Food Co., the Ryland Group Inc., Guitar Center Inc. and Amgen Inc., the world’s largest biotechnology firm, which for more than two decades has helped fuel the business boom.The high-tech and healthcare companies that followed Amgen’s path ‚Äî including divisions of Baxter Healthcare Corp. and WellPoint Inc.‚Äî brought to the area thousands of well-paid, white-collar professionals who were also drawn by the good schools and the Conejo Valley’s reputation as a safe community. The estimated median household income along the corridor ranges from $87,895 in Thousand Oaks to $128,684 in neighboring Westlake Village.
“It wasn’t always like it is today. There was a day when we would celebrate when a barbershop would open,” said Charles Cohen, a Thousand Oaks land use attorney who served as mayor from 1967 to 1972.
“Westlake Village and Thousand Oaks were originally developed as executive suburbs,” he said. “From the late ’50s forward, they were designed as a self-contained enclave for executives and middle managers. And businesses like to locate where the bosses live. That area tends to attract high-end jobs.”
Sheesh. I’d had no idea. No wonder I’m having so much trouble finding a place.