My stay with Karin was okay. The room is upstairs and spacious with a large closet. Lots of windows and a great view of the city from one. The neighborhood is beautiful. Lots of flowers in the spring. Many beautiful, irrationally expensive homes with a suburban feel. It was nice to go for a run in the area because of all of the hills.
However, definitely be aware of the never ending list of rules and regulations. In the house there are sticky notes everywhere telling you what to touch, what not to touch, how high to open the blinds, not to use too much hot water, what to put in the trash and more. I felt like I was a child living with a distant relative who really didn’t want me there but felt obligated. It’s ridiculous to treat adults like that. I didn’t feel comfortable in the common spaces so I stayed in my room while I was there. I felt like at any moment Karin would pop up and reprimand me for touching this or that.
It’s not that she was mean. All of her notes are very respectful with “pleases” and “thank you’s.” But I didn’t feel welcome or at home in any way. When texting her personal number to ask where the ironing board was I was told to only text her for emergencies, otherwise only contact her through the app. I’ve never stayed at an airbnb where the host mandated that... it felt odd and I just tried to avoid contact from then on.