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killertomata
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About ten days ago I was served with a notice to vacate. Seems the owner of my property wanted to remodel. So he was kicking me out. To. REMODEL. Big jerk.
Well I've been unemployed for awhile, and trying to get life back on track, trying not to lose my car, etc, and my boyfriend's been helping but it's been stressful. So I lost it. Heh. I don't cry in front of people unless they're family or the boyfriend, so losing it in front of the property manager was not in the plans. I had a month to month lease and no recourse. The apartment was crummy... but I was trying to get things together and then planned on getting out.
I thought it was the end of the world, I had nowhere to go and my bf only started working a month ago, I thought there was no way I could move anywhere.
Still, the manager took my plight seriously and got us in a new apartment! It sped up the process for me and the boyfriend who weren't planning on starting a life together for awhile... but looks like the 'verse had different plans.
But I had to move immediately. In one week's time I did 90% of it on my own, and I must say I did impress myself. My asthma behaved (miracle). I'm still sore but I did it. My boyfriend had to work and is disabled so couldn't help much, but it all worked out and now I'm in this *very* cute prewar apartment built sometime in the 30s, with that great tiling in the shower and the kitchen that only the 30s-50s could give you, with lamps that would go for a couple hundred bucks in an antique store. I have a bunch of vintage items my bf's mom gave us to move in, and soon will have my sister's 1950s kitchen table as well.
Just wanted to share(because I'm really happy) how sometimes what seems like the end of the world can be a really swell new beginning. Things have been so much better since... no more ants, no more mold in the walls, no more Deathwatch Beetles in the floor (they sure sounded the deathnell for that place), no more cracked slabs. Instead, freshly painted rooms, new carpet, cool tiling, and a living in a pink 1930s building. Hooray!
That property manager didn't have to care at all... but he did, and he helped me and my bf out and now things are really on track. The mgr even said he's tired of always being the bearer of bad news... it was nice, he said, to help someone out for once. Gives me a little hope for the world.
Well I've been unemployed for awhile, and trying to get life back on track, trying not to lose my car, etc, and my boyfriend's been helping but it's been stressful. So I lost it. Heh. I don't cry in front of people unless they're family or the boyfriend, so losing it in front of the property manager was not in the plans. I had a month to month lease and no recourse. The apartment was crummy... but I was trying to get things together and then planned on getting out.
I thought it was the end of the world, I had nowhere to go and my bf only started working a month ago, I thought there was no way I could move anywhere.
Still, the manager took my plight seriously and got us in a new apartment! It sped up the process for me and the boyfriend who weren't planning on starting a life together for awhile... but looks like the 'verse had different plans.
But I had to move immediately. In one week's time I did 90% of it on my own, and I must say I did impress myself. My asthma behaved (miracle). I'm still sore but I did it. My boyfriend had to work and is disabled so couldn't help much, but it all worked out and now I'm in this *very* cute prewar apartment built sometime in the 30s, with that great tiling in the shower and the kitchen that only the 30s-50s could give you, with lamps that would go for a couple hundred bucks in an antique store. I have a bunch of vintage items my bf's mom gave us to move in, and soon will have my sister's 1950s kitchen table as well.
Just wanted to share(because I'm really happy) how sometimes what seems like the end of the world can be a really swell new beginning. Things have been so much better since... no more ants, no more mold in the walls, no more Deathwatch Beetles in the floor (they sure sounded the deathnell for that place), no more cracked slabs. Instead, freshly painted rooms, new carpet, cool tiling, and a living in a pink 1930s building. Hooray!
That property manager didn't have to care at all... but he did, and he helped me and my bf out and now things are really on track. The mgr even said he's tired of always being the bearer of bad news... it was nice, he said, to help someone out for once. Gives me a little hope for the world.
