I’ve been M.I.A. for the past week primarily because of the crazy, frustrating, stressful experience that is moving. I wanted to cry, scream, smile and pass out from exhaustion all at the same time. Through this process I have learned two important things: 1) Hired help is the way to go when moving. I no longer want to be involved with the arduous process of packing, loading, and unloading a seemingly endless stream or boxes and furniture, discovering that I have FAR more things than I realized. 2) I never, ever, EVER want to move into another apartment if I can help it. I have reached that stage in my life that I am OVER rent life and no longer have any interest in dealing with other people’s properties. At age 24, I have finally reached the point that I don’t just want my own home, but I NEED it.
This move was one of the most stressful ones I’ve had in a while. I found a place that seemed legit and I was guaranteed that everything would be in working order at the end of the month. End of the month comes, still work to be done, things that have been “completed” were done hastily and/or unprofessionally, certain things that were guaranteed were no longer an option and I have to be out of my current place before July 1 and had already signed a list with the new landlords to begin July 1.
I expressed my concerns. The landlords seemed nice enough, explained away a lot of things, made progress, and once moving day came, it seemed that things were in order and moving in would be a breeze. NOT. Once we start moving things in, I notice all this things I hadn’t before, all these quirks that could become real issues, all these “repairs” that looked only halfway done and all these ways that I could become very unhappy with my new place.
I suggested to my roommate that we should bail, but she saw potential and room to compromise. I still wanted to bail, but the landlords insisted they too were willing to help and compromise. And as the 30th wore on and the time frame to just chuck our stuff in a storage unit dwindled, I found myself convincing myself that all was good, that I could make it work.
Which, I still think I could, but why should I have to? Why am I already settling and making accommodations for what I really want just because at the time, it seems simpler?
Already, within the first few days, I’m finding weird quirky problems and issues…which the landlord says he will come and fix, but I don’t even want to have to be bothered with it. Why should I have to?
So, to conclude this particular tirade, I have decided that going forward, I will NOT settle. I am done with renting and I do not want to have to deal with someone else’s property or feel that I’m throwing money away. I refuse to allow myself to end up in a less than satisfactory situation like I have now just because I can. I encountered a crisis and did not approach it as I wish I had.
Won’t make the same mistake twice.
Also, anyone know a good real estate lawyer or valid reasons to terminate one’s lease early? Lol.