I really hate to start a journal off with a whine but I just had the worst day....
The plan was that I would go to my new apartment and paint my new room in the morning and then move all my stuff in in the afternoon. Apparently, even though I had a truck reservation, u-hual has overbooked all their trucks. Since it is Sept 1st in Boston, it must be the busiest moving day *anywhere*. I talked to the local office and they said that they'd call me when a truck became available. They never did, so I didn't actually move anything today.
I did paint though. Well no, I didn't actually paint anything either. I went to the new apartment with my old roommate's gf, Christina, and we surveyed my room. We noticed the paint was peeling off the walls and that, well, it probably wouldn't look so good if we just painted over it with it like that. So we decided to just start peeling the paint off the walls. This was a lot of fun at first but then we realized that either we were getting one layer of paint, or two layers of paint, or the layer of wallpaper beneath it, or the ugly-ass wallpaper beneath that, or actually tearing apart the horsehair plaster. Needless to say we made a total mess and the walls looked worse than when we started.
I figured the best thing to do would be to just wallpaper over the whole room with the special wallpaper you can paint over. Wallpapering *looked* really easy - I'd seen my Dad do it many times. Well, it isn't! After trips to two Home Depots and a local hardware store, we spent all day peeling and papering and we still aren't even halfway done and the place is still a total a mess. Finally I called my Dad tonight and learned that you don't have to use glue on pre-pasted wallpaper! (Why did the woman in the store tell me I needed it!)
I hate my new apartment. I HATE IT!
First, it's a complete dump. It looked good when I first saw it and true enough the kitchen is nice enough with new appliances. But it's small and it's on a loud and busy street and there is no parking. And I hate the bathroom. The tub really needs to be re-enameled (I'm asking for more trouble cause I'm gonna try to do that myself) and the tiles are mildewed and about to fall off because the drywall behind them is all rotten (What idiot puts drywall in a shower in a bathroom!). At the very least it needs to be painted too.
So, the place needs a lot of work (and money). And I'm reluctant to put either into a place that I'm just renting and may not even be living in a year from now.
Next, I've come to the realization that I own no living room or kitchen furniture at all whatsoever. I have some very nice bedroom furniture. Here is an abridged list of things I need to get: a couch, a coffee table, an area rug, a TV, a TV stand of some sort, a lamp, an endtable, paintings/posters/pictures for the walls, chairs for the kitchen, *everything* that goes in a kitchen - utensils, plates, pots, pans, bowls, cups, cutting boards, colanders etc. This is going to be *expensive* too.
Finally, I have no idea what is up with my new roommate. I haven't heard from her since Saturday and I'm really worried that she might have found another place or decided not to move in. She is still in Ozarks for all I know. This is really bad, because I've signed the lease and just gave the landlord $4200. If she doesn't contact me soon, I'm going to have to find a new roommate or somehow weasel my way out of the lease.
It's ridiculous. I was panicing, frustrated and really depressed and I was actually on the verge of tears all day. It really isn't like me, and I'm really embarassed to admit that, but I feel like I just made a horrible horrible mistake. Right now I'm still at my friend Shawn's place and I never want to see that apartment again.
The plan was that I would go to my new apartment and paint my new room in the morning and then move all my stuff in in the afternoon. Apparently, even though I had a truck reservation, u-hual has overbooked all their trucks. Since it is Sept 1st in Boston, it must be the busiest moving day *anywhere*. I talked to the local office and they said that they'd call me when a truck became available. They never did, so I didn't actually move anything today.
I did paint though. Well no, I didn't actually paint anything either
. I went to the new apartment with my old roommate's gf, Christina, and we surveyed my room. We noticed the paint was peeling off the walls and that, well, it probably wouldn't look so good if we just painted over it with it like that. So we decided to just start peeling the paint off the walls. This was a lot of fun at first but then we realized that either we were getting one layer of paint, or two layers of paint, or the layer of wallpaper beneath it, or the ugly-ass wallpaper beneath that, or actually tearing apart the horsehair plaster. Needless to say we made a total mess and the walls looked worse than when we started.
I figured the best thing to do would be to just wallpaper over the whole room with the special wallpaper you can paint over. Wallpapering *looked* really easy - I'd seen my Dad do it many times. Well, it isn't! After trips to two Home Depots and a local hardware store, we spent all day peeling and papering and we still aren't even halfway done and the place is still a total a mess. Finally I called my Dad tonight and learned that you don't have to use glue on pre-pasted wallpaper! (Why did the woman in the store tell me I needed it!)
I hate my new apartment. I HATE IT!
First, it's a complete dump. It looked good when I first saw it and true enough the kitchen is nice enough with new appliances. But it's small and it's on a loud and busy street and there is no parking. And I hate the bathroom. The tub really needs to be re-enameled (I'm asking for more trouble cause I'm gonna try to do that myself) and the tiles are mildewed and about to fall off because the drywall behind them is all rotten (What idiot puts drywall in a shower in a bathroom!). At the very least it needs to be painted too.
So, the place needs a lot of work (and money). And I'm reluctant to put either into a place that I'm just renting and may not even be living in a year from now.
Next, I've come to the realization that I own no living room or kitchen furniture at all whatsoever. I have some very nice bedroom furniture. Here is an abridged list of things I need to get: a couch, a coffee table, an area rug, a TV, a TV stand of some sort, a lamp, an endtable, paintings/posters/pictures for the walls, chairs for the kitchen, *everything* that goes in a kitchen - utensils, plates, pots, pans, bowls, cups, cutting boards, colanders etc. This is going to be *expensive* too.
Finally, I have no idea what is up with my new roommate. I haven't heard from her since Saturday and I'm really worried that she might have found another place or decided not to move in. She is still in Ozarks for all I know. This is really bad, because I've signed the lease and just gave the landlord $4200. If she doesn't contact me soon, I'm going to have to find a new roommate or somehow weasel my way out of the lease.
It's ridiculous. I was panicing, frustrated and really depressed and I was actually on the verge of tears all day. It really isn't like me, and I'm really embarassed to admit that, but I feel like I just made a horrible horrible mistake. Right now I'm still at my friend Shawn's place and I never want to see that apartment again.
I hope you got a good price on the apartment at least.