When I was looking at places 2 and a half months ago, I was overwhelmed by the cost and condition of what I was seeing. I knew what I wanted, but couldn't seem to find anything in a good location with my wants/needs that fit my budget. Until I saw this one. It had everything: the views, the location, the 2 bedrooms, the swimming pool in the clubhouse, 2 parking spaces, lots of natural light, and a washer and dryer in the unit! It met every criteria. Granted I saw it when it was full of someone else's things (and I do mean full) but I could see the potential and loved it. Plus it was below my target rent! So I signed the lease.
That simple action that brought relief to my anxiety 10 weeks ago has caused me to second guess myself for the last 6. It started with some repairs when I moved in. Things didn't work, but they were soon fixed and everything was ok. Or at least I thought so.
I began to fill up my schedule with work and lessons. And I unpacked. Everything. I broke down the boxes and recycled them, because my plan was to stay for at least 2 years and those boxes were old and dusty. They needed to go, right? I even got as far as putting things up on the walls. And not with tape, with hooks and nails people. Like an adult and not a college student.
Then I got sick. I'm lying on my couch feeling sorry for myself while a guy is fixing the sink that isn't draining and all of a sudden, out of the air vents comes piles of dust, debris, and cat dander!!! Now, remember my easy going nature? I'm trying to hold on to it because I am severely allergic to cats. This is not helped when the plumber comes out of the bathroom with a 4.5 inch plug from the sink drain comprised of cat hair. EEWW! So I packed a bag and went to hide out at my parents house. Yes, I was hiding from my apartment at my parent's place. Very adult of me.
After starting to recover I begin to realize that probably most of the "seasonal" allergies I was having the previous few weeks were probably due to a contaminated apartment and not pollen from outside. So I decided to officially declare war on my apartment. I borrowed my parent's vacuum and carpet shampooer and went on a cleaning supply buying frenzy (I literally had nothing after my move).
|My arsenal of supplies.|
I then proceeded to deep clean. This included shampooing the carpets twice (3 bottles of shampoo were required), scrubbing the walls, baseboards, doors and trim in every room and hallway with hot water and baking soda, washing the hard floors, scrubbing the interior and exterior of every cabinet and drawer, and cleaning the ceiling fans, light fixtures and windows. No surface (except the popcorn ceiling which is uncleanable, I swear) was left untouched. This is the cleanest this apartment has been in years, I'm sure. The amount of dirt and cat hair/dander was staggering. I went through 12 pounds(!) of baking soda...
|This is what it looked like after the first round of shampoo. The water came up black. Gross.|
Now, as you read that, you may not think that sounds riduculous. A touch over zealous maybe, but nothing totally crazy (yeah, right). Understand that between each carpet shampoo I had to let it dry and then vacuum again. I almost killed my mom's vacuum. It's a good thing the repair man is amazing. And I moved every piece of furniture out of a room before I did the carpet so I could be sure to get everything. Remember how I mentioned that I had unpacked everything??? Yeah. I took everything back off the walls and emptied out a couple of rooms at a time to make this happen. I was tired, and sore, and cranky for a week and a half. I missed days of work, and felt like a dork wearing a mask over my face in my own apartment for hours at a time trying not to breath in the dust, dirt, and cat dander I was stirring up while cleaning.
|This is my living room full of the furniture from my studio and bedroom. The dining room has everything else in it.|
Now, everything is back where it goes and I feel like I have won that major battle.
Unfortunately, the war isn't over yet...