I didn’t want to.
I really didn’t want to renew my lease for a mold infested apartment for another year… so I didn’t. I could pay $200 more per month for six months (in addition to the “standard” $115 rent jump), or I can “upgrade” to a one bedroom/one bath unit and pay only $150 more in base rent. I still plan on moving… but not for six months. It’s not ideal, but it works…sorta.
I’m still looking for places. The problem is, I haven’t nailed down where yet. I want something suburban… but I don’t have a car. Unfortunately, any meaningful form of public transit it found in the city. Along with crime, traffic and, worst of all noise.
I would move back to Baltimore, but that not only has a “been there, done that” aura to it – it also feels like “giving up.” Pretty soon, I’d be writing unpaid “theatre reviews” no-one reads (I know, I checked my site stats), and that’s the absolute LAST thing I want. I know Autism is all about “sameness” and “routines,” but my last “official” diagnosis was ADHD so I can’t stand doing the same thing over and over again ad–fucking–nauseam. Let’s not forget all sorts of “fun” (aka “horrible and traumatic”) memories it would kick up (you can look them up yourself, many of them are still on here).
Both New York and DC have better access to jobs and have more expansive transit options… but they’re a LOT more expensive to live in. Sure, I can make it work, but I just don’t see it happening. I also looked at Myrtle Beach because it was listed as 2018’s “Best cheap beach town” by some magazine or another (and after checking various apartment rental sites, I can confirm they are)… but their one bus line stops service at 10pm.
One place I’m looking at is Philadelphia. It has its own mix of cheap split up townhouses with shared laundry rooms, and newer “luxury” units… but I’ve never lived there, so it would all be new to me. Pluz (uhn-lieg Fladda), I a’reddy speeg da lag-wedge.
The main problem right now is inventory. There’s just not much available this time of year compared to April or May when the school year ends and graduation season begins. Hopefully, by then, I’ll have better news for you…
(Art credit: Emm Roy, Emm’s Positivity Blog)
I just had someone I’ve never met, open my door and bring his two year old inside MY apartment. The scary thing is, I thought my door was locked — it wasn’t. He just walked in.
He quickly left saying he had “the wrong apartment” when I came out to investigate (as it sounded like the ice maker starting up again). Unfortunately, I was too stunned to actually say anything which makes me feel even more useless.
I just returned from three days at Disney, so I must have left the door unlocked while I unpacked (which is, thankfully, what I was doing when he came in) as I’m already paranoid of things exactly like this happening. This could have gone badly in any number of ways – especially since this complex had a spate of car and home invasion robberies last year.
This means I’m literally sitting here feeling scared and unsafe in my own apartment — and it’s MY OWN DAMNED FAULT!! The best part is, there is literally nothing I can tell myself to calm myself down that can’t be disproven by the fact that it happened.
It doesn’t matter how many times I check my locks at night if someone barges in in the middle of the day. It doesn’t matter how angry I get about it if I can only blame myself for it. It doesn’t matter how much he apologizes, it still happened. It doesn’t matter what lies I tell myself to quash my heightened anxiety, it still happened. It still happened, and I’m still scared….
Today is the third day since re-reporting my dismissed problems to the leasing office (they take this seriously, their maintenance team apparently does not). To my knowledge, not only has nothing been done, but no-one has been by to check on it. I’m beginning to think they aren’t going to come over the weekend either.
Yes, in the grand scheme of things, three days isn’t a long time to wait for something like this. I also know that a complex with 1100 units has a laundry list of problems on a daily basis… but something tells me that only are they not taking this seriously but that they are making me wait around for nothing.
Sorry, but, contrary to what most people think, I actually have places to go (I already put off a doctor’s apt because “omg, what if I’m not here?”) and things to do – and I’m going to do them. I refuse to be a prisoner in my own apartment. This lease can’t end fast enough…
Second update: As predicted above, no-one came by over the weekend either. But I did get a doctor’s appointment to see if it really is mold as someone suggested… or just IBS and strong allergies. This I know I’ll get an answer to this week… maybe. (10/7/19)
Two years ago (according to FB Memories), my apartment had a horrible black mold problem. Now, I have a mysterious force making me extremely sick all summer (hence no park photos), leaving black film on my dishes when I pull them out of the dishwasher, and turning my clothes a rusty red color.
If I knew what was causing this, I could do a better job reporting it to them. I’m told someone will be by today to look at it (whatever “it” is). But their solution to the dishwasher problem was to run an empty cycle and call it a day (and repeating it on their next three visits because it “worked the first time”).
However, their “mold-resistant paint” worked better than I thought, so I’ll see what happens…
Update: The maintenance crew just left. I don’t think they took this complaint very seriously as literally all they did was run an empty washer cycle (even though I expressly told them I have a problem with BOTH washer and dishwasher). They didn’t try to investigate anything else, but they did lecture me in half English/half Spanish on how to run a washing machine. I couldn’t understand most of it, I still found it insulting.
They didn’t look at the reddish clothes I brought out to show them. They didn’t check the lines into either machine or pop into the bathrooms/AC closet (which is three inches from my washer) to check for mold – they just ran the empty cycle, lectured me about using a washing machine and left.
I wasn’t expecting a solution, but I was hoping for, at least, something resembling an answer… and I didn’t get it.
I left my apartment this afternoon to try the new a signature cinnamon spice pumpkin coffee at Dunkin.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have any frozen pumpkin coffee (it’s a 106° in Orlando today, “hot or iced” isn’t going to cut it) or apple cider donuts so I opened my Lyft app and put in Starbucks on Vineland Ave (which isn’t in the app yet, so I put in the anchor Publix).
The driver arrived quickly enough and was quite friendly and everything was going smoothly… until he decided to take a “shortcut” by using the side entrance for delivery and then pulling around to the Publix.
Unfortunately, it was blocked off by construction equipment (why didn’t he see it from the road?), so he had to drive all the way to the end of the plaza just to be blocked by construction fencing and then backtrack to the main road so he could take the next entrance leading towards Walgreens and tried to cover it by pulling up in front of the store and saying, “yep, here we are at Walgreens. This is your destination, have a good one.”
He seemed stunned that I didn’t fall for that and I told him to drop me where I told him to…so he pulls up to the Publix around the corner (which was technically correct, but I only put it in because my ACTUAL destination isn’t in their app yet), and when I remind him for the third time that it was not where I told him to go he drives around the parking lot aimlessly until I told him “it’s the Starbucks next to Freddie’s.”
“Oh, oh, oh, of course I know EXACTLY where that is” and proceeds to ignore my directions and drive right past it, until he accidentally finds the drive-thru entrance to the Starbucks explaining that:
“I know the area perfectly… b-but the construction (on his shortcut) threw me off because I don’t know the area.”
Ironically enough, if he just followed his GPS instructions and turned right at the light, he wouldn’t have had this problem to begin with… and something tells me he did this on purpose.
I just got home from a VERY crowded McDonald’s (I was trying to find coffee and possibly a late lunch). It was the only place on I-Drive that was open, so of course it was PACKED – even at 2pm! I guess that’s what happens when all the responsible restaurants on I-Drive are closed.
I was coming out of the store just in time to miss the last trolley back to the apt as trolley service was suspended at 3pm without notice – which wouldn’t have been a problem if I had gotten my food in less than 20 minutes.
I was forced to take Lyft back, and just as we approached the complex a southbound trolley pulled up on the opposite side of the light. The good news is I made it back before the storm hit…
Normally, I “live blog” my way through these storms, but I haven’t decided if I am or not this time around. Yes, it keeps me focused on things outside my crudely furnished apartment. I know it hasn’t even made non-landfall yet, but I’m already sick of hearing about it. #burnout
I hate to “break tradition,” but they are as much fun to read as they are to write. Maybe, I’ll change my mind tomorrow… after the scheduled meme post drops.