Remember when you were in college you lived in a cement brick building? I lived in one on the island of Guam too. They were built to withstand wind and high turn over because no one stayed for very long. We are living in one now. Ironically it used to be military housing when our local base was operating. I feel like we can be hit by a typhoon any moment now-it's even storm season. This is me not complaining.
I am sure there are very nice people in the apartments around us but I hate it here. The apartment feels dirty and buggy. I think there is a dead animal in our walk in storage closet but sometimes the smell comes from the upstairs bathroom so maybe it's an issue with the venting. Did you hear me just complain about my walk in storage closet and upstairs bathroom, because we have two bathrooms I had to identity the smelly one. In our home we just sold there was no walk in closet even in the small master and one bathroom for 4.5 people. I have no reason to complain, so this is me not complaining.
Each night we quickly check on the progress of the house to see what they have been doing and I am not sure if it's helping or hurting my will to live. Tonight there was a hole next to the house. The dirt around the house had been filled in some and then where the garage will be, a giant hole had begun. If I were getting daily (at this point I would settle for weekly) updates I would have know what was happening. But I don't so I don't- but I won't complain.
There is a sign by the road about water and sewer so I am guessing something happened there too. Nice to know we'll have water. This is literally going to send me over the edge. Between my dirty, living out of boxes apartment and the lack of daily updates- I might burst. At least the walls will wipe clean easily.
This is me not complaining because I know that it hasn't taken long to get to this point and it won't take long to reach the end. I know I need patience and I know I need to sweep.
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