Everyone knows moving is stressful, but even with all the pre-planning it still ended up being a chaotic mess for me. This is my moving horror story, nothing went right.
I have moved five times in my lifetime and four of them were in the last four years, the life of a college student am I right? This last move I did mainly by myself due to the fact that everyone else was packing up to head home or were already home.
To be honest, I did not know I was moving until two days before and that just added stress. I knew however that I would be moving in the next month at the time but I was ready to get into my single bedroom apartment before my internship started for the summer.
With that in mind, I worked the months before to collect boxes at my various part-time jobs to prepare. Then, as finals wrapped up, I began packing things I did not use on the daily to be more prepared. Finally, I got the email a few days later that I could get the keys and begin moving. I was ecstatic to be able to move sooner than expected; however, I was not ready with what awaited me on this journey of moving.
Problems Around Every Corner
I should’ve known once the first problem hit more would follow. It all started when they told me that they forgot to clean my carpet the day before so they were going to do it while I moved in. Okay, so I am very appreciative that they are cleaning the carpets but that means they were going to be in my way or I was going to be in their way depending on how you look at it.
Heading over there anyway to start the apartment condition report, the carpet cleaners arrived shortly after. My apartment management told me, “It is their fault they did not do it yesterday don’t let it stop your move.” Don’t let it stop my move? The carpet will be soaking when they are done, meaning I can’t set anything in the living room or bedroom, that stops me quite easily with my move.
On top of the inconvenience the two individuals cleaning the carpet were joking about what could they steal since some furniture comes with the apartment. Um, hello, I am standing right here! Needless to say I did not move anything in while they were there.
Once they were gone, I began moving everything I owned up many flights of stairs in 85-degree heat. For the larger items my boyfriend helped me, but he had to work during the day and could only help when off of work so I understood.
As I carried every possession, I own up the stairs to my new home it made me consider what is really valuable to me. When I graduate next May, I will be downsizing and hopefully lightening my load.
After I had over half of my stuff in the new place I decided I would clean a little before bringing my cat over the next day, but that’s when I noticed I couldn’t breathe very well. I have had allergies all my life but I take allergy medicine everyday so I usually don’t have a problem. As I was cleaning the AC unit which was filthy (bet the last person did not get their security deposit back) I began to take it apart and found this black substance coating the inside and vents of the unit that I had on blast all day. Black mold.
I swear to this day it was black mold. All the pictures on Google looked exactly like it and I had been cleaning it. Evacuating the apartment, I ran back to my old apartment and showered at once and then washed the clothes I had been wearing.
Calling the apartment management I explained the situation and they said, “Oh no we have this problem all the time no worries,” so if it’s a common problem why isn’t it a part of the check after someone moves out? Let me to you, the maintenance men were out right away to clean it. However, they cleaned it with bleach and no amount of air pushing the smell out of the window made it go away. Glad I had yet to bring my cat over, I put on a mask and continued cleaning trying to make the best of it.
A New Beginning
Finally, getting everything moved over including my cat, I finally felt like it was becoming my home. Bailey was ecstatic about all the windows and views, running around like crazy having a blast. We got back into our routine quickly and began to love our cozy little apartment. It’s only for a year but it is perfect for my last year in college before we’ll move onto bigger and better things.
I am sure the management has a file a mile thick on me after all the phone calls I made but I am paying the rent so I should have a working door and faucet. But at the same time you must be respectful when talking with your management because they deal with individuals making complaints day in and day out. If you are polite chances are higher that, they’ll be quicker to fix your problem and be accommodating. While it is frustrating when your key gets stuck in the door when you are trying to leave for work. Taking a deep breath and making a calm phone call will get the job done faster.
At least I have learned some tips from this move that I can use when I move in a year. Want to know my tips, click here. What is your worst moving experience?