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I know we have until the 28th to be out of this house, but I was aiming for earlier so we can settle in before Christmas. My original date of the 14th is laughable if we keep going at this rate. One. One load of stuff moved over the weekend. Why must everything go wrong? The property management company asked me to do a walkthrough and fill out a form about the condition. Except that I didn't realize they think the house is move-in ready. There are inches of dust, and I spotted mouse droppings. So, obviously, it needs cleaning. Plus, the little attic storage rooms have someone's stuff in them. That's not really a bother; I plan on padlocking them anyway. But the garage..is an abandoned man cave. I wouldn't park my car in it because it honestly doesn't look too sturdy, but apparently, the owner left his stuff, and the previous tenants didn't mind since they didn't use it. And I'm supposed to do the same. On Thursday, I was told a cleaning lady would show up Friday or more than likely on Saturday to give it a once over. When I went over Saturday night, the house was still unlocked and dirty. I don't know what to do, but I am pissed. When you move out of a rental, you're supposed to leave it spotless. So why should I clean it to move in? And why is the owner's stuff now my problem? It's not looking so good. I'm trying not to be That Bitch. But I just paid $2400 to move into a dirty house and was told I couldn't use the garden shed or two-car garage. What the hell? Of course, it's not like I can just move somewhere else. It took us a year to find this place, and we can barely afford it. I'm aware that the house isn't worth a grand a month, but we're also paying for location. Muenster is a small German Catholic town of 1500. There's rarely crime, and it's a very tight-knit community. Our house is right on the corner of Main Street, diagonal from Sacred Heart Catholic Church and Girls School. Being on Main, we can walk down to Fischer's Meat Market for groceries, the barbershop (complete with pole), Doc's Bar & Grill, Town Hall, etc. It's an old-money town that's difficult to get into if you don't have family there already. Most houses are passed down. Renting one out is just not done. Yeah, we're going to fit in just fine. Heaven helps us. So I'm sitting here with my coffee thinking about what to say to the realtor when I call, and I can't come up with a damn thing except fuck your rules; I'm shoving all that junk to the curb. It's going to be a long day. |
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but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it.