The Perfect Apartment
Recently I moved into a new apartment from owning my own home for many
years. This in itself was quite a change for me. The search for the perfect apartment was
growing tiring and daunting and as I looked in the Sunday newspaper, one seemed to catch my eye.
It sounded perfect. It was a snowy day, and the roads were getting bad, but the open house for
the apartment was today. I didn't want to miss this opportunity. I dropped everything and
headed to my possible living destination and as I headed into the city, and up the stairs to my
prospective second floor apartment, I had a feeling this was it. It had everything I was looking
for, newly remodeled, washer and dryer, dishwasher, hardwood floors, cute as a button and the
perfect price. I couldn't let it slip through my fingers.
I did everything I needed to do, to secure that it was mine, and sure enough the next day
it was. The search was over and now the only stress was the physical act of moving my things.
So I thought.
The moving part was easy. Everything went off without a problem. As I settled into my
new living space, I felt good...comfortable..secure...free and able to do anything and
everything. This was the best decision I had made for a very long time.
The next morning, after having a very well rested nights sleep in my new place...I hopped
into my first new apartment shower... and shocked my body with ice cold water. It felt like
someone was pouring an entire bucket of ice cubes over my body. It would not get warmer..no
matter how much I prodded and pulled at the levers, the water temperature would not change. It is
still winter time here. This wasn't exactly the way I wanted to wake up. I kept thinking that I
must have a gas and this was the reason my showers were cold for one week straight...because my
gas had not been turned on yet. But when the gas was finally turned on, my showers remained
cold. Apparently this was not the problem. "Oh Mr. landlord, I have a problem." The repairman
came, and the needed repaired. One full week of ice cold showers was my limit.
Next, the freezer in my refrigerator died...not a huge deal, but another issue that needed
addressed..another call, another repairman. Continuing the appliance theme, the clothes dryer
did not work as well. This is when I started to get frustrated. Another call to the man. It
was an old washer and dryer, so the landlord ordered a new set. I was responsible for setting up
the delivery time with the store it was purchased from. When they came to deliver, the deivery
men had strict policies about unhooking the dryer due to it being gas generated. Since I was the
only person there, as I talked to my landlord via phone, I had the honors of unhooking and
untwisting anything attached to the equipment with all my strength and a big wrench, while being
watched by two delivery men who would not budge to help me. I was not a happy camper. My fuse
was growing shorter and shorter, but I did not realize how short it could get until the new
washer and dryer that were to be placed did not fit due to my landlords lack of measuring
knowledge. The fuse was so short now it was about to burn off.
Now, I did not have an old washer and dryer, or a new washer and dryer and no way to do my
laundry for two weeks straight. I could have gone to the laundr-o-mat down the street, sure.
Did I feel like lugging my clothes, of course not. With no dryer attached to the vent that led
into the wall, I started to hear noises. Wierd noises. Loud noises. Many noises. Birds.
I lay in my bed, just waking up early in the morning. Tired, and frustrated with my new
apartment hassles, my eyes were slowly opening and as they were I wasn't sure if I was dreaming
or hallucinating. A big black bird was flying straight for my face. I jumped out of my bed, and
there it was, as frantic as I was...banging into walls and going potty on everything. Sandy
yellow splatters were being painted on my walls rather quickly. I opened my apartment doors, and
finally persuaded my feathered artist friend to fly out. Whew. Another call. Mr. Landlord, we
have birds. Birds that like art. Do something. Now.
Another similar bird episode happened the following day. Obviously unresolved. Another
door opening and alot of running through the apartment waiving my arms around and luckily,
another fly out. More "art" to clean up. Another call.
This call was anxious. "I'm usually laid back", I said with desperation slowly building.
"I usually can handle quite a bit...the problem is, I don't feel any of this is my responsibility
and I am paying for a washer and dryer, a freezer, hot water, phone jacks (yes, there were none)
a doorbell that works (no, it did not), the opportunity to have cable TV (which they had a hard
time hooking up due to another issue), and I am starting to become extremely frustrated and upset
and if these problems aren't resolved very, very soon....
Well, needless to say, this morning I did two loads of laundry. The birds are gone. The
walls are back to their original off-white. My food is frozen. My showers are good and
hot...the phone jacks are ready and waiting and the doorbell is in the process of being fixed.
My perfect apartment, was not so perfect for my first couple of weeks getting to know it. In this
brand new relationship we have, as we bond and meld together, and the issues are now being
resolved, I feel that even though it may never be perfect, it is on it's way to being perfect for
me. I was starting to have doubts that my intial instincts about it were right, due to the
numerous glitches. Those doubts are again melting away.
The moral? When you rent, make
sure your landlord takes care of you, then again, maybe it's better to buy. Seriously though?
We may not always get what we want right away, but if we are patient (I was losing that battle),
and we can see a light at the end of the tunnel...we will get what we need. Sometimes we need to
get to a point of desperation to come to a conclusion of what is really important in our lives,
and when we figure that out, things will again fall into place.
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