The older I got, the more thankful I became. By high school I saw how my cousins who lived in apartments or were renting homes moved every so often and each summer when I came to visit them had a new dwelling. Again, in elementary school this seemed so fabulous. Moving, having a new space, a new room. As I said, in high school I appreciated the consistency. I moved, as a kid, a total of 2 times, only one I can remember. My family moved when I was 3 then again when I was 11. At 11 I loved packing up my room, selling and donating certain items, placing boxes in my new space. I could have done this forever! College came and I enjoyed moving my items from boxes and tubs just so I can get away from my parents and enjoy college life. Pretty soon packing up my dorm became second nature and I did not mind.
Then, I moved cities. Where I am now. I hated packing the littles things, the big things, the heavy things, the things I should not have bought. I hated unpacking the, I thought I left these at home, the this will be useless but let me find a place, the oh gosh I thought I lost this. What I loved however, was my apartment. My own space that was all Me(gan). This was not just concentrated to some room or a bathroom, oh no, this whole place was MINE!
After apartment living for one month, I have come to one conclusion: I hate it. Absolutely loath it. Abhor to the lowest shore. When I first moved in I said I did not want to stay longer than my contract was up. Hopefully through the grace of God I will have a full-time job where I could save up enough money to put a downpayment on a house. This city is VERY teacher friendly. I have a friend who pays for his mortgage what I pay in rent. His house, although not a Hampton home, is still very nice and a starter home that he can raise his family, or sale if he wants to upgrade for a decent price.
I am living in one of the richest men in my city's apartment complex. In my area there are 5 apartment buildings all owned by him. He is in the top 5 of the richest men in this city. He owns car dealerships, all which are walking distance from my building. He clearly likes to keep his money in one concentrated area. More than that, he likes to pinch pennies wherever he can.
Maybe it's where I'm at, put this complex should be ashamed of itself. When I first moved in I believed I hit in my blog some of the basic problems with this place. Mismatched paint, holes, lack of plaster. Upon closer inspection and living here for a month I noticed how hard my doors are to hard open, holes and scratches I did not and could not make. The bathtub is cracking in a new fucking apartment. The doors are what piss me off the most. I bought a garage and right now I cannot get into it. I had a job today but luckily I was sick yesterday and cancelled. When I went downstairs to get into my garage the door was STUCK. Even as you read at the time of this post, I have not been able to open the door. I can feel the lock unlocking and locking but for some reason I cannot get into the area. I put in a work order immediately and marked it as an emergency. Hopefully they will have it fixed by 5:00 today or tomorrow for sure.
All I can think about right now is what if it was an actual emergency and not me just wanting to get my eyebrows done? What if I had to get my mother from the airport or drop my cousin off for a flight? It would have been missed if dependent on me. What if I had to pick my child up from school? How would I have been capable of getting them? If I needed to rush myself or someone else to the hospital? How can I get to my car to get there? Sure all of these hypothetical situations can "easily" be fixed with Uber or ambulance but it shouldn't be. I didn't buy a car so it can be sequestered in some garage I pay monthly for. I didn't buy this garage so I can use it as storage to never use my car. I bought my car so I can get to and from where I need to be in a timely fashion and have it for emergencies. I bought the garage so I will not have to pay to get my car washed every so often, prevent it from rusting and even add an extra safety feature to my life by not having to search for a parking spot at night. Sure there are currently 5-6 people in my building right now and it's easy to find parking, however when this place fills up, and it will fast, there will not be too many options.
The garage has been my last straw and I have come to the conclusion that I will not renew my lease here when time comes. It's sad. I love the look of the apartment. I love the area. What I cannot stand is how maintenance will not fix problems. I do not like how limited the parking is when I was told there's "two spots for every one person." I am not a fan of being told I will have free cable when that was a lie. I do not like how I was told I'll be living next to a dog park when the dog park is five buildings down and there is nothing but mud in my view. I dislike how uninformed the employer was about the floor and how its new technology will prevent me from hearing the person above me. I do not like all the simple problems that could have been fixed upon move in or taken special care with to prevent them in the first place. Apparently I am paying for a non opt-out bug fee when I saw three bugs in my place so far and even more on the porch. Sure, it's impossible to keep insects from running around outside but can I at least have them not in my home? I never see anyone spray for that either. Granted, I have only been here for a month and I am not always outside but still. I can go on and on about the problems of this place but I do not have enough time and the Internet does not have enough space.
Fix It Felix,
Megan
