After five visits over three years, I knew that I wanted to live in Buenos Aires. I fell in love with the people and the city. I followed my heart.
During my last visit, I met a woman in the milongas who rented rooms in her apartment to tango tourists. I arranged to rent a tiny room with bath — sight unseen. That apartment was my home for six months while adapting to a new lifestyle where there was help when I needed it.
Then I moved to another neighborhood where I rented a two-bedroom furnished apartment on a month-to-month basis and no contract with the owners in the same building. Those were the days when the peso was equal to the dollar. I was really on my own. I stayed in that apartment for two years.
I was three blocks from Lo de Celia, so when I decided to find a smaller apartment, I didn’t want to move very far. A friend of a friend had a two-room unfurnished apartment for rent, only ten blocks from Lo de Celia. I went to see it and made the deposit. My boyfriend signed as the guarantee on the contract. The rent was very low to what I paid for the other place because of the devaluation of the peso in 2002. I began attending weekend house sales and buying all the furnishings I needed.
After three years of renting, the owner decided she wanted to sell her apartment. I had the option of finding a new place or buying it. I decided to stay. I had money from my mother’s estate that was exactly enough to buy the apartment. The closing took place in a few weeks. The owner resided in New Jersey, and I wired the money to her account.
The first property I’ve owned in my life is in the city of Buenos Aires.