Got Those Basement Suite Blues...Again...

For my US readers, who may not quite 'get' what basement suite means-it's as common here as an attic apartment might be in the States..
Because it rains lots here, all houses are built tall, so that if Noah suddenly shows up again, there will hopefully be something left that is dry and salvageable..
Of course, this leaves big ol' basements, and many homeowners turn them into suites, or apartments to rent out as 'mortgage helpers'..
That's were I come in..
I hate apartment buildings, having to put up with the repulsive stench of stale cigarette smoke from everyone else's apartments, and wafting in open windows when they are out on their balconies, listening to everyone else's awful, loud conversations and fighting, kids wailing, drunks howling, the unpleasant stench of trapped cooking odours garbage trucks right outside your bedroom window scaring the stuffing out of you at 7 in the morning...but- no pets, no way, no how..and no gardening, as well as your life being at the mercy of a landlady/lord whose personal tics might be less than desirable...is he availing him/herself of a passkey when you are out, even though it's totally illegal? Etc....And all this in a very nice apartment building! On the plus side, of course,there is my glorious ocean and island view, which (almost) makes the rest worthwhile...
So I am looking, so far in vain, for a nice little cabin, cottage or basement suite, and considering the prices currently charged for rent on this Island, there are, apparently, a surplus of lottery winners who rent and don't buy...because they are the only ones who could handle most rents here.
*Sigh* Please, wish me luck as I really need to be on the ground floor, and feel grounded, again..