I have realized recently that any notions that I had as a kid of what adults are supposed to be like are completely shot. Mostly because I am an "adult" or at least I'm considered one by most standards, and I don't really see myself fitting into most cookie cutter situations that I considered very "adult-ish" as a kid.
School is out, and I still find myself with very little free time on my hands, which seems odd. Although I'm sure it's not very surprising to those of you who know me.
I am moving again. In October, I'll be moving back to Chapel Hill to rent a quaint 2 bedroom apartment that is attached to a huge mansion of a house. Mostly I hope it doesn't have mold, like I suspect my current apartment does. I am not a huge fan of moving. You may have already read that about me earlier in the blog. I've already moved once since I started this blog, and I haven't even been writing it for that long. I love my current apartment and really don't want to move; however, it's a must. I've had more issues with my current apartment in the past 6 to 8 months than I have had with any other place I have ever lived! It's insane really. (And insanity is exactly what I try to avoid...)
The general story goes something like this: move in, leaky windows, leaky windows supposedly get fixed, leaky windows still exist, leaky windows get "fixed" again, still have leaky windows, leaky windows finally get fixed about 2 or 3 months after I move in...I run into my neighbor and find out she has also had leaky windows and now has mold growing under them...I discover that I have mold growing on the bricks under my window too...they "spray" for mold but I'm not really sure what that means since I wasn't here to see the removal...my bathroom smells like sewage and they "replace" something that is supposed to fix it...every once and a while my bathroom still smells like sewage and the property manager insists that nothing is wrong (if only I could take a photo of the smell like I did of the hole in my floor)...they drill a big huge industrial size nail from the ceiling below up through my floor...then the next week the toilet floods while I'm in Winston-Salem on a field trip with my kids...apparently they fix the bathroom problem...Should I keep going?
A friend of mine is moving out of this quaint 2 bedroom place in October, which just happens to be when my lease will be up for renewal or expiration. It also happens to be around the time when I have a "fall break" for school, which of course seems like a great time to move. It's really all fallen into place too easily for me to ignore the signs: MOVE OUT OF THE MOLD INFESTED APARTMENT THAT IS 45 MINUTES AWAY FROM YOUR JOB. I'm listening. Sometimes I don't, but this time I am...so alas, I'll be moving again. I really do hate moving. I'm going to try to have a better attitude this time though. Really, I'm going to try.
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