Can I just say how much I hate moving? This will make our 9th move in 6 years. Is that crazy? And lets make one thing very clear. I am NOT the one who gets the itchy feet. That being said, there are two things that both Kyle and I have commented on basically every move. Things that would have made SUCH a difference to us, and I would know- I'm an expert.
1. When somebody you know is moving, don't offer to help them unless you really mean it. And that doesn't only mean moving things in and out of the house. Every time we have moved, one or both of us has said how nice it would be it someone would just bring us dinner or something. And I know that doesn't sound the way I want it too; but when everything is in boxes, all the food is gone and you are working like crazy just trying to get things done, not having to stop and thing about what you are going to fix for dinner would be awesome.
2. When people move in by you, go introduce yourself and welcome them to the neighborhood. Even if you have already met them, you could say that you are glad they are there. Bring them some cookies or something. It's makes all the difference in the world. In one of our moves, we had been there for 3 weeks and still nobody had come over to even say hi. And without trying to be dramatic, I can honestly say that it was a little bit devastating. We felt like we had moved into the most unfriendly place possible.
Anyway, that's what I think.
Here is where we lived over the summer
I should have made the title of this post LEAVING THE PLACE I HATED THE MOST, because I really did hate it the most.
Avery slept in this closet. The crib fit in perfectly and the curtains made it dark all the time.
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McKaylas' bed was over in this corner. Notice the slanting ceiling. Kyle could walk halfway into the room before his head was scraping the top.
This is where our bed was. Sitting as close to the window AC as possible.
The bathroom. It ties for first place as the part of the apartment that I hated the most. Our shower curtain hung from the circle thing on the top of the shower. It was falling down half of the time and when it was up it gave you a very limited circle that you could bathe in. Insert claustrophobic feelings here.
You couldn't open the door all the way because it hit the toilet. And while on the toilet, the toilet paper was pretty much on your lap. The space was very cramped for me. Now imagine how it was for Kyle. Insert laughing here. Oh, and the toilet seat was a perfect size for McKayla.
The kitchen is the other room that tied for first place for the most hated rooms. You can't completely tell here but the space was very small and very awkward.
Here is the other side of the kitchen- very L shaped. The white box on the counter is a portable dishwasher. It didn't work. The power went out at least once a day. If you used the microwave while the window AC was on it would trip the power. There would be nights where we would waking up sweating and it would be because the power went out, causing the AC to go off.
And here is the sink. The place that I spent may hours sweating away as I hand washed all the dishes. Also, the water coming out of the above picture is how much came out when it was on full blast.
The door in the kitchen led to these dirty steep stairs.
Turn another corner and you have made it to the washer and dryer that we shared with 4 other apartments. The washer leaked so the floor was soaking wet 90% of the time. And it was coin laundry, which I had never done every before. All I can say is coin laundry sucks.
and the dining room and the piano room. Nice and cozy
So there it is. The place we lived during the summer. I realize that maybe this isn't that bad to some people, or maybe I am just spoiled. But when you add all of this to the summer heat, it was pretty miserable. So glad to be out of there!!
