Last night I took the majority of the packed boxes that I had with me to my new place, knowing that the landlord’s sister who previously lived there told me I mustn’t worry “it’s a bit dusty but it will be cleaned on Friday”. I nearly died when I saw how dirty the place was. Dust my ass! So I am holding thumbs that it does get cleaned properly, even though I know that I will clean it again, before unpacking anything.
On top of that when I first went to look at the place the landlord told me she will paint the whole place out, then last week she said that everything still looks fine and she’s only going to paint the bathroom. When I saw the place yesterday, completely empty, I could clearly see the walls are in serious need of a new paint job, with patches where the paint has completely peeled off the wall! I have already e-mailed her to tell her it NEEDS to be painted completely, and am waiting for her to reply.
I went on a complete downer last night at the state of the place; Things I never noticed when I went to look at it and when it was filled with someone else’s furniture. It doesn’t help much that I’m an instant gratification kind of girl with basically no patience whatsoever.
But they say happiness is a choice, right? So I have to look at the positives:
- It’s a very spacious place with a lot of potential.
- I have a decent sized garden and have free range in fixing it up because there is nothing there at the moment, it is a blank canvass.
- Some of the flaws will be easily disguised with some creativity and a little bit of money.
- I will once again have all my own possessions around me. My own space and style.
- And best of all, I do not have to share it with anyone. It will just be me and my squishies, the way I like it
I am choosing happiness and will ninja-kick disappointment and despair in the butt before it knows what hit it.
