Sunday, August 9, 2015

Adventures in Moving: Part Two

Last week I felt lots of uncertainty and plenty of anxiety. I'm planning on writing a separate post to talk more specifically about what that's like. In this post I'll simply tell why we're still in a hotel and not an apartment.
We got to our apartment on Friday, July 31st, signed the papers, and went over to start moving in. We walked in the door to find a completely different floor plan than we thought we were getting. It was only 30 feet smaller, but the layout was much less convenient. In addition, it wasn't at all ready to live in. We found several issues that evening and the next day. The fan in the laundry room/powder room came on with the lights and sounded like an airplane taking off. The floor in that room leaked water when you pushed on it. The paint job was terrible, including leftover tape and paper and paint on the new kitchen floor and appliances. There was a smell of gas in the upstairs bathroom (probably from the water heater), The kitchen counters had been painted, not very well, and there was paint in the sink. The cabinets were still tacky, like they hadn't been cleaned before painting, and there were gnats stuck to the cabinets above the stove. Lots of them. There was an e-cigarette, a poptart, a package of splenda, and old, dirty contact paper in the cabinets. All of the windowsills were covered in dust, flies and construction debris. The carpets were filled with debris as well, as I discovered when I tried to vacuum. There were cracks in the windows and not all of them closed properly. There may have been other problems, but those were the main ones. We moved everything in Saturday morning, before we discovered ALL the problems, and then we sat down and made the decision that we really needed somewhere else to live. We couldn't contact anyone from the office, since it was closed, and the cell phone number they'd given us remained unanswered. We decided that even though it might mean breaking the lease, we weren't going to stay. We repacked the truck and went to another hotel on Saturday night, then to church on Sunday, where we met some great people and hoped and prayed that we'd be able to stay in the ward, and that we'd be able to get out of the lease without breaking it.
On Sunday afternoon, I napped while Jacob and his parents drove around to look at other potential apartments, then we went out again that evening. We found several possibilities.
On Monday morning, we went to the apartment offices and spoke to the manager, who had no idea we'd been promised a refurbished unit. I still don't think that apartment was fit to live in, and we warned her about the gas and mildew smells. She gave us our lease and our check back, and that's the reason I'm not naming the apartment complex here. I would have if we'd had any difficulties. She explained that they were refurbishing many of the apartments, but that they wouldn't be ready until later this month. We decided to carry on with our apartment hunt, which we did while Jacob's dad unloaded the truck yet again into a storage unit.
We looked at several places but felt happiest with Steeplechase Apartments, which met all of our requirements and was still in the ward, besides having really good rates. So we filled out the paperwork to reserve the apartment, and we'll be moving in on Wednesday, with some help from people at Church. We've spent the rest of this week setting up insurance, looking for pets, and learning our way around. I think we're going to be very happy here.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

My Easter week: Sunday will come (Adventures in Moving)

The title of my post today refers to a talk by Joseph B. Wirthlin. We talked about it in church today, and it seems to apply really well to this last week. You can read it here, and hopefully it will be clear how it applies. This has been a pretty crazy week, mostly really good, some really rather bad. We've driven 1,600 miles, more or less. It was a good trip, and it was great to see parts of the country that I hadn't seen before. My wonderful parents-in-law drove our moving truck with all our things, pulling Jacob's car, and we rode in my car. Jacob drove, we listened to lots of music, read a book, and I napped a lot.  We stopped the first night in Denver with some of Jacob's cousins, and it was fun to have dinner and meet a lot of family members I didn't know yet. Then we stayed in Topeka on Wednesday night. On Thursday, we drove to St Louis and spent half the day at the Science Center, where we met up with my cousin and her kids. That night, we met up with one of Jacob's cousins at the Gateway Arch, then went for dinner at a nice Mediterranean restaurant. That was the highlight of the trip for me. The last day of the trip, Friday, we crossed through four states. Missouri, Illinois, Indiana and Kentucky. It was fairly uneventful and I slept a lot. I also discovered candy crush on Jacob's phone, so I've been playing that a lot. In order to stop borrowing his phone every time he turns his back, I've started playing on Facebook today.
We got to Lexington right around four thirty and reached the apartment and signed the lease and.... unexpected and unfortunate things ensued. For now, suffice it to say that we are currently looking for a place to live. Until things get worked out, I'll hold off on details of places and names and pictures. As soon as everything is settled, though, boy have I got a story to tell.
The ward we attended today, where we'd love to stay if we can find an apartment within the boundaries, was wonderful. So many nice people and of course it is lovely to have the same Church meetings wherever we go. I've had the opportunity to attend church in Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Idaho, Utah, Nevada, Mexico, Chile, Argentina, Spain, Portugal, and England. I know that the Church and the gospel are true no matter where I go. I have been blessed to meet so many lovely people because of the Church. It's like an extended family. Plus the lessons today were all about hope. We talked about the Resurrection of Christ and what it means to us. We talked about how Good Friday and Holy Saturday were dark, somber days, which probably seemed to the Disciples to be without any hope. However, that Easter Sunday was full of joy and hope. And even in the darkest Fridays and Saturdays, Sunday will come. I feel like it's Saturday night, but there is a glimmer of hope on the horizon. More than a glimmer, even. I'm optimistic that we'll be able to at least have the paperwork started on an apartment before the end of this week.
I have to admit I felt homesick today, which is an odd feeling when you don't have a home to go to. I go back and forth between laughter and tears because of this situation. I'm missing my old wards, and my friends, and my city. But I know that within a few months, or even a few weeks, we'll get to know the ward, the roads, the grocery stores, and the university, and it will start to feel like home. It'll help when we have a place to put our furniture and can adopt a cat or two, but until then, we'll be okay. Sunday will come.