I envisioned the day we moved into our apartment downtown of being so accomplishing.  I imagined coming up with a few bags in hand, dropping them to the floor, starring out the windows and thinking “I’m home.”

Eh, not quite.

We moved in on Valentine’s Day, not intentionally.  It just happened to work out really well and quite frankly, it didn’t feel like Valentine’s Day at all. It started early and went late. Sadly, when we came in and finally started putting our boxes in the living room, we realized how much of a mess it was.  Dirty carpet, splotchy paint job and the place overall just really hadn’t been cleaned.

Here we were, in this gorgeous apartment, and it was filthy.

We realized how much more we hadn’t seen the day before the next morning and really insisted maintenance and the building manager come up since it was the leasing agent’s last day. The property manager was pretty hesitant but I really expressed to them that this was just not right. It was bad. it was downright bad.  We had seen several units in move-in ready condition, so why did they do a half-ass job with us?

When the three came up, it seemed as though the property manager was like “okay, I understand, just mark it on the move-in sheet.” But for what we’re paying, it should not have been given to us in the condition.  As she and my fiancee bickered back and forth on the condition it was really overwhelming.  I feel like he gets shafted a lot, and in this situation, I felt pretty helpless. The leasing agent, who couldn’t be a sweeter person and had (has) always been so wonderful and pleasant to work with just came over to me and with the most sincere voice said “Don’t worry, it will all be okay.”

Then I just lost it. I hadn’t even felt like crying, and to be honest, I can’t tell you the last time I cried. Maybe it was all the stress finally hitting a breaking point and I had to leave the room. Ben spent time with maintenance and the property manager, and after really pointing things out, she understood and was genuinely sorry. They all were. They agreed to paint another coat, clean the carpets and do another overall clean. We were the ones that slipped through the cracks and it had made for a pretty exhausting first week.

Each night we had to prepare for them to work the following day by covering up furniture so it didn’t get paint on it, to moving furniture to one side of the room for carpets to be cleaned. And since we’re just one of 160+ units, it’s not like they were able to do this in a day. It took all five days.

That was the downside. There has been an upside. Oh, has there ever. The apartment itself is gorgeous. I can’t believe I live here, and it very much feels like home. I love the city and am so glad to finally be here. My commute is cut in over half which gives me so much more time during the day. The kitchen, while smaller, has such a nice layout that I prefer it to my old one. It’s so open and spacious. It’s smaller than our house, but feels so much bigger. It could be the taller ceilings, and it doesn’t have as many bedrooms, so it’s more spread out. All in all, I love it. We’ve walked to dinner several times, and it’s so nice to be able to have a few glasses of wine. You just can’t do that if you’re driving. I love being able to do that. We’ve already discovered new places and keep trying new places every week. I love it.

The house hasn’t sold yet. The consensus has been the floors are a giant turn-off, and lately people have been saying the home is in average condition for the area. Honestly, I don’t know what that means. Maybe it’s because we don’t have stainless steel appliances? When you think about it, all the fixtures from door knobs to bathroom faucets have been upgraded to a brushed nickel.  There are custom can lights.  Faux wood blinds. The more I think about this it really pisses me off that’s what they’re telling us because the only thing average about the place is the flooring.  I made sure to check with the realtor to ensure other realtors know the condition of the floors and really emphasized how much of an opportunity it was. I hope they do.

This weekend my parents went and spent some time over there and it sounds like the floors aren’t perfect, but they’re getting pretty close. They probably aren’t as much of a turn off. I haven’t seen them yet, probably won’t until next weekend.

Hoping we get an offer soon, that would really just make life a lot easier.

This is exhausting

Today was moving day. We were up by 8 a.m., and here it is, 3:15 a.m. the following day as I start writing this.

The good news is–we moved. The bad news is, everything else. Whoever cleaned this place just did a horrible job. And they didn’t paint very well either. It’s super patchy, there’s splattered paint everywhere, it’s just a nightmare. Of course, these things always seem to happen to us. And I don’t want to cause a fit with the building, but for the money, we should be getting a pristine place. There are stains in the carpet too. They figured they would come out, but they haven’t. There’s even been a different with them coming back now from this morning.

I can’t believe I’m still awake.

I’ve got a dentist appointment at 11 a.m., so I’ll have to be out the door at 10:15 a.m. Then we have a showing tomorrow (Saturday) so I at least need to vacuum and make the house somewhat presentable. Once we moved everything out of it, it looks so filthy. We didn’t live filthy, it’s just once you move stuff, there are things there you couldn’t see.

So I’ll have to bust my ass at the house, while hopefully maintenance comes here and busts ass for us. The unit itself is gorgeous. I couldn’t be happier. I just wish it wasn’t a mess. My fiancé and I are pretty upset about it. We love the people we’ve worked with, so hopefully everything will go smoothly. If it doesn’t, that’s really going to suck. But they’re good people, so I’m sure they’ll help us. Or do something.

Today’s the Day

My back is aching and my feet hurt when I walk on them. And after a night’s sleep, I’ll be back on them because tomorrow is the day. Moving day.

I’ve been looking forward to this for years and years. Although I had a moment today, mini internal break down if you will, where I wondered if we were doing the right thing. Jitters. I’ve never done anything like this before and neither has he. We’re both nervous. But it’s done now. Official. Papers are signed. Apartment is our for 12 months. No going back.

A lot of it that makes me scared is the fact that we haven’t had a single offer on the house yet. But it’s still not the greatest time to sell/move, I don’t think as many people are looking. For those who are looking, they don’t want to have to replace the carpet–I’m guessing they don’t have the money upfront. But perhaps once they get their tax checks, it won’t be such an issue. Especially since this place is going for a great price just because the carpet isn’t in the best shape.

We’ll be out of here in house, on our way to our new place.

It doesn’t quite feel real.

Almost Done, But Not Fun Anymore

So the last couple weekends that I’ve been packing to move, it’s been fun. Well it started to be less fun yesterday. Now it’s really not fun. I’ve hit the point that everyone’s told me about and I’m just ready to be moved. Either way, by Thursday, we’ll be done. Or done enough.

I’ve started to realize I won’t be sleeping in this room anymore. I won’t have the drive I do now to and from places. Everything will be different. I’m excited and scared.  I’ve never quickly moved somewhere. This is a first. I’m almost 26 and this is a first. I hope I’m as excited when I get there as I have been. I hope it’s everything I’m dreaming it will be.

Is this real life?

It doesn’t feel like I’m moving in three days. It doesn’t feel like it at all.

I don’t think I quite grasp where I’m moving either, doesn’t quite feel real.

There’s so much to do between now and then, which makes it go faster.

We are still waiting to get feedback from the showings we had recently. I’m so focused on the moves it hasn’t bothered me. Although I’m sure when we get two uninterested groups of people I’m going to be upset. I always get so invested in it and get frustrated that it isn’t an offer.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect if it was this week…. But I won’t get my hopes up.