Home Not-So-Sweet Home

Saturday was moving day. We packed all day. Funny thing happened, first thing that day I packed up a box full of yarn and lifted it up to take out to the car, and suddenly my back hurt! I could barely lift anything  after that. I almost couldn't even walk. (Still can't)

I drove one car filled with all my clothes and supplies, Mowgli, and Fungus. Fungus kept getting out of his kennel to walk around on my head, and Mowgli wanted to play with Fungus the whole time. 

It was not a very fun drive. 

We pulled into our new apartment around 2:30 in the morning.

We opened the door to see that the living room was covered with white boards, company posters, filing cabinets, printers and paper shredders. (Including lots of shredded paper.) 

In the bedroom there were boxes and boxes from the floor to the ceiling.  

In the closets there were tools and screws and more boxes.

In one room there was one small dirty looking bed.

I asked, "We are living here?"

Our apartment had been used as the Memphis office this last summer. They held meetings, stored equipment and eventually had a tech move in after the summer season ended. It was a disaster.

We began to clean the house right away, at 2:15 in the morning.

After hours of box moving, car unpacking, sobbing from back pain, and heavy lifting, we decided to finally make the bed and sleep. We put lots of sheets on that gross looking mattress and finally got in bed, only to notice we could feel the metal springs through the sheets. We tried to sleep, but after about 20 minutes we got out our air mattress.

Next day was full of more boxes to move and things to unpack, 

which continued on until today.

I finally sat down on the couch to rest only to smell a terrible smell. I asked Taylor if he remembered to put on deodorant today.

He said he did.

I knew I did, but checked anyways. 

I did.

What was that awful smell? The couch I was sitting on. 

It looks like the previous owner had decided the mattress was not comfortable enough and decided to sleep on the couch. 

I demanded the company send us a new bed and new couch right away. 

We are still waiting for a call back.

I will be demanding that Taylor call and ask everyday.

I'm stubborn.

Things found in apartment:

• 2 dead dried up frogs
• pipe (not for tobacco use)
• Dirty underwear
• Food still in microwave
• Bottle of rum
• Basketball
• Soccerball
• Lots and lots of used q-tips

After a few hours of vacuuming everything, washing shoe prints from the walls, and mopping up the floor,

our apartment is finally clean enough and looking like a home. Minus a few boxes of clothes I will put away tomorrow, and the stinky couch. 

We've emptied almost a whole bottle of fabric cleaner on that thing.

"My Happy Corner"

Middle picture on wall by IrenaSophia

 My art supplies, cleverly stored in cute little boxes.

 I'm keeping these Halloween decorations up

Three posters from A Vintage Poster

 The wreath hasn't been hung up yet.

Fall scented potpourri.

 I sat down, and couldn't get back up.

Birthday Boy, chewing on his new birthday bone.