I told my landlord that I'm moving out. It was good fun. Not quite as fun as quitting a job you hate but almost.... Things I will not miss...

• The mouse problem. It's behind us now, but I see those little buggers in the yard, eyeing the clearly visible holes in the foundation. (You guys can move back in in at the end of August.)
  
• Water so bad that I have to clean my toilet every 3 days to prevent nearly permanent rust stains.
  
• Pipes that burst for no apparent reason, just for fun on Sunday mornings.
• Insulation so poor that I had $320+ gas bills in the winter and indoor temperatures that can easily top 90 indoors during the summer.
  
• The weird old house smells that you can never quite escape despite practically having kept Febreeze in business for the past 2 years.
  
• The mysterious water in the basement which apparently just can't be explained. Even though it just happens to pool right under the hot water heater.... hmmmm....
• Doors that don't shut without a large degree of physical force.
• Windows that don't open.
  
• Sponge painted kitchen cupboards.
• Zero ventilation in the bathroom. I checked, that is in fact against code. Nothing like sweating before you even dry off from your shower.
  
• The dog next door that barks incessently in this high pitched whiny yap.
  
• Gray carpet and gray mouldings and gray trim and gray paint (there must have been a sale on all things gray, say back in 1990).
  
• The lack of plugs in the bathroom... Or the lack of three prong plugs in general. If anyone needs any of those 2 to 3 prong adapter doo-dads, I have about a million.
  
• The clawfoot tub. Yes, they're cute. But entirely impractical, at least without a separate shower.
  
• The basement. It's right out of a horror movie, I swear.
  

I could keep going. Maybe I will at a later point. I pity the poor sucker that rents this house next... Although good luck to my landlord to rent the place to someone in mid-summer when it's, oh, a minimum of 84 degrees in here and the weird old house smell is just seeping out of everything. And you have to walk around the two downed trees in the yard just to get to the doors because it's too expensive to have them removed, and then you need to kick the doors open because they are swollen shut with humidity... Makes you wonder just how desperate I was to end up here, doesn't it?

Posted by blueostrich at 9:41 PM
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