Yesterday I went to look at an apartment that my father had stumbled upon through one of his contacts. It’s a top floor apartment (fourth floor) that’s about 50 to 70 square metres in a relatively nice part of western Amsterdam, at the Reinier Claeszenstraat. You can spot where I would live if you click on this map below, indicated by the [1]. It would be just outside the immediate centre, but close enough to everything to make it worth while.
Of course, there are a lot of catches. The owner of the building is a little dodgy, and it’s a bit more expensive than what I have now. The deposit is steep, and it would need some things, like a new floor; the purple/green carpet that’s all over the apartment really has to go. Like, really. The kitchen is oddly spacious, almost as big as the living room, but that could really use a cleaning. There’s a washing machine, a refridgerator, a bed, a small sofa, table, kitchen-table, closets and cupboards and that sort of things available, so it’s semi-furnished, which is excellent for me, since I don’t own a thing myself.
Until I get some form of contract – which I’m still not sure I’m getting – I’m going to take everything under close consideration.
