Last night I went to see an apartment in 27 Arlozorov, near Dizengoff. As soon as I got there and the girl living there started showing it to me, I realized that she was living there and that the apartment was a share, not a lease: she’s looking for a roommate.
I’m decidedly looking not to live with roommates; if I wanted roommates, I’d stay where I am for another year and keep renting out my second room.
So, of the three Tel Aviv apartments that I’ve seen so far, one I tried to rent but was rejected by the landlords in favor of a native, one I decided not to rent because it didn’t really suit me, and one doesn’t count because it was advertised in the wrong place on Homeless and I wouldn’t have gone to see it otherwise.
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