Getting In
Yesterday I finally signed the lease for our new place and we were finally able to move in a carload of awkward items (the logical choices of area rugs, our globe, our grill and starter chimney, and my one year old’s rocking moose). The neighbors have a dog (great) that barks (great), which immediately terrified my one year old (who already has a great deal of dog trauma thanks to my dad’s dog) who then refused to let me put him down the entire time I was unloading the car. That was great fun.
We also brought over all of our laundry since I’ve been holding out in anticipating of the “free” laundry room, but it turns out that the dryer doesn’t dry. So it’s a skirt and boots to work today since all my jeans are wet, wet, wet.
Overall, the place is…less nice…than I thought. When I rushed through during my initial visit I was blinded by wood floors and all the cosmetic touching up. Yesterday I got to see much more clearly what the place was all about — doors that have been painted so many times they don’t close, cupboard interiors that are grimy with layers and layers of yellowed, peeling shelf liners, linoleum starting to peel and buckle in kitchen corners, etc. Once the place was carpeted, but when they removed the carpet to refinish the floors they didn’t remove the carpet tack strips or lower the trim so it looks awkward, like high water pants. And while it has more overall storage space than my current place, it has less usable storage space (cabinets that are within reach without a ladder, interior closets, etc — most of the storage space is in the garage).
It sounds like I’m complaining and I guess I am. But I’m also tired and sick with a cold and concerned about getting anything done in a remotely timely manner, especially before the movers come Saturday morning, so it’s not causing me to look at things in a very cheery light. Things that did make me happy included how beautiful my area rugs looked against the floors, how there’s a front porch that I didn’t even notice the first time around, how nice it was to do laundry in the house (even if I didn’t get to finish it).
It’ll all be fine I’m sure. A little buyer’s (or lessee’s) remorse is par for the course, right?
December 14th, 2007 at 12:57 pm
I hope it gets better as you get more stuff in. Good luck. May that cold vanish soon. x