Everything she told us when we initially moved in proved to be complete fabrication. She said she wanted to get away from renting to students because they turnover so fast and do more damage to the property so she would prefer to rent to professionals like us. But every apartment that turned over in the year we lived there--which would be every single one of them--was rented to groups of students. She said she wasn't a slumlord and that if something wasn't working or up to code to tell her right away and she would fix it... give or take six months! And last but certainly not least, she said she valued us as clients and appreciated the care we took in the apartment--but she sure didn't try to retain our tenancy. And who is now living in our old place? You guessed it, a herd of students.
Meanwhile, we took a deal on a little sheetrock box apartment in the suburbs: "look and lease" and you get the first month of rent free. It worked out swell financially. It's cheaper with more amenities and is still within a half mile of the bus going into the city. It's an apartment complex, which I hold in the same esteem as a trailer park, but I'm starting to get over it. It's maintained really well and the view is freaking spectacular off of our little 10'x6' deck. And it's so quiet I can actually hear my TV.
But I'm already homesick for my grownup looking apartment with all the beautiful woodwork and buffet and new kitchen and bath fixtures. I miss than no one will be able to "drop in" on the way to someplace anymore. My sister Alyssa and my brother Mike ganged up on me, chastised me, and called me a loser. I could just cry. But such is life, this wasn't the first time I had to pack up and get out of an apartment I liked so I'll adjust.
Hey, you know, I just cheered myself up remembering that I took the next week off to avoid the Republican National Convention. Fuckin' republicans. But now living out here in the 'burbs I don't have to deal with it at all! Nice.
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My landlady - bless her heart - is a complete scatterbrain.
I asked her for a key to the pool and she keeps telling me that it has a code like the front gate does..uh..no it doesn't...so no pool for us this whole summer..Oh and over the winter, she neglected to mention that we have a gas bill to pay..result: ONE WHOLE WEEK of no heat or hot water while the gas company lollygagged...Riot, we should buy houses..but I forgot, we're not rich..yet.
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