I alluded to some disappointing news in my last Weekend Thoughts post, and I decided I should share it in more detail here, especially since I’ve talked about it a few times on the blog.
Last week, Teddy and I found out that we probably wouldn’t be able to move into a new apartment until 2016. Since Teddy works in the energy industry and the price of oil has been unstable recently, a lot of oil companies are planning on starting layoffs soon. It looked like the best decision was to wait a few extra months to move, but it was a crushing realization, especially because I found out after a particularly crummy day. To say I was disappointed would be a massive understatement — if I’m being totally honest, I cried in a Five Guys’ parking lot for a good 20 minutes. Thank goodness we’d already cancelled our plans for that night due to feeling under the weather, because I would have been a total mess!
We kept talking about our options over the weekend, and we both realized how much we both really want to find a new apartment that will fit our lives better, and hopefully with fewer technical issues. So we decided to look around a little more, and we found some apartments that are a little farther away from my office, but they’d be cheaper and bigger, so that was really encouraging. We still won’t know for sure whether we’ll be moving or not for a month or two, but it’s way better than knowing for sure we won’t be moving.
It’s hard not knowing where we’ll be this summer, and I’m not too thrilled that we may still be living with a regurgitating bathtub* (yes you read that correctly), total lack of natural light, and stucco mustard-yellow walls. Honestly, thankfulness is hard when I’m scrubbing the bathtub for the third time in a week. But I really want to work on being content with where I am right now — and remembering that my apartment’s biggest flaws are mostly inconveniences. Teddy and I are hoping that waiting to move (or moving into a more affordable apartment) will help us pay off my college loans a little faster and save up for a second car, which would make it easier to live a little further away from work.
*Note on the regurgitating bathtub (if you get grossed out easily, feel free to skip this part!): from what we can tell, there’s no U-bend in the pipes leading away from our bathtub. So when our next door neighbor drains her bathwater, the water can’t drain properly, so it comes through the pipe into our bathtub. Thank goodness it’s not sewage, just some gross, metallic-y water that stains the bottom of the bathtub. It’s a huge pain, but I don’t think it’s a major health hazard, so it could definitely be worse!! FYI, if you ever visit an apartment and you notice that the inside of the porcelain bathtub is painted, run away! It means the owner tried to cover up a stain, and there really can’t be any good reason for a bathtub stain that’s so bad they decided to paint over it. Save yourself the pain!
This was more of a personal post, so I hope you enjoyed it even though it’s a little different than what I’ve been posting lately. Also, I hope there wasn’t TMI about the bathtub situation that totally grossed you out! I just wanted to include it because I wanted to be honest, and make it clear that there’s more going on than some ugly walls and lack of sunlight — because really, I would feel pretty lame complaining about an ugly paint color. I also think it’s kind of funny despite the grossness, and I really hope the bathtub and I can move past our frenemy relationship status.
I’d love to hear your stories about any ugly/ scary/ crappy apartments you’ve lived in! I feel like everyone has that one really hideous apartment that they talk about for years, so I’d love to commiserate over them!