I recently moved this weekend. I was extremely grateful for the help because I was moving to the third floor and I could not have done that by myself, no matter how I tried to convince myself that I could. It simply takes two people to carry a couch up the stairs...
I loved the place when I first saw it and now I wonder if my joy was blinding me to the true issues. Maybe I was so excited or nervous that my eyes simply saw what they wanted to see, which was a perfect little apartment when I now know that that is not true.
That's not to say that I hate the place, because I really don't. But there are some things about my new home that make me cringe and shudder and kinda dry heave.
First, the bathroom has an odd smell. I wasn't able to locate it for awhile until I realized it is probably from the toilet. The toilet leaks this weird brown ooze and I'm sure that's where the odor is from. I didn't see that when I moved in, because, it wasn't there. Not until the toilet had been flushed a few times did it start to leak.
The water isn't drinkable in that place. It has a funny taste. True, that can easily be remedied by boiling the water, buying bottled water or getting a britta water filter but for the moment, pretend I'm not rolling in cash. My first night there, I went dehydrated because I had nothing to drink. I busted my ass all day carrying shit upstairs and then had nothing to drink later on. I really almost fucked myself there. I'm an avid water drinker, this is not acceptable.
The third and probably biggest problem was the kitchen. Not one part of the kitchen but all parts of the kitchen. Obviously, it had been neglected. No one came in and cleaned it before I moved in and now I'm wondering if any part of the apartment got any kind of cleaning. There's a lot of grit on the carpet so I don't think it was vacuumed or steam cleaned. There's also some interesting stains on the wall. But that didn't bother me as much as the kitchen. We're talking stains, crumbs, stickiness, and odors of all types. The fridge and freezer are a mess, the oven is a disaster, and the sink had so many stains and I'm not sure where any of them came from.
Since day one (which was saturday), I have not set foot in that kitchen. I simply cannot bring myself to go in there and clean up some goon's disgusting mess. I know I'm going to have to at some point but I simply cannot man up enough to do it now. I tried going in there, after moving, to sweep and swiffer and scrub some of it but I got so disgusted I had to just walk away.
These few instances, combined with the shitty parking (which seemed fine a few days ago but no longer is), I am having severe doubts about this place. Which sucks because I absolutely love it but it's not up to Suge standards and those are some pretty OCD standards. You might look at these problems and think they are minor but they are currently keeping me from being happy in this place.
Not only that but my misery also stems from the fact that most of my belongings reside in boxes at the moment. I am very uptight and edgy because I am not unpacked and thus, I am not able to be comfortable. Not only that, but I think I have the beginnings of a urinary tract infection and, I'm going to go ahead and blame that on the kitchen too!