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.