September first is a big day for a lot of people, most notably Uhaul, because it is the end of the classic pain in the ass year lease. At this point in the year a lot of people are throbbing at the tip to release a massive load of built up troubles that come with welfare apartments. Yes, they will just be relocating from a dysfunctional stove to a broken fridge; a leaky sink to a leaky shower; a dark damp apartment to an unbearably cold/hot one. You can't win. Well you can, but not on the budget most of us are working with. Nonetheless, August 31st is move out day, where I say goodbye to all the friends I never made.
and less like this:
Mela, the older lady next door who so kindly and unknowingly provided us with Internet service the first 3 months of our lease, was staying put - further hindering the "Friends" dream that I had going. That left only one apartment to be filled (well, there are eight other apartments on higher floors, but I have never been up there and really don't plan on it).
I haven't actually met them yet, so there is still some hope. But they did show up with a massive moving truck this morning. Like ... not a U-haul attached to the back of a car, but literally a "we're packing up and going across the country" truck. And professional movers too. I feel like they haven't seen the place yet. I think they just saw the price and the word "spacious" and said "Yep. Perfect, just what we're looking for, sign it. No we don't need to see it, as long as it's spacious". They will be quite disappointed when they finally show up.
I didn't really have a great relationship with any of the other current tenants. Our next door neighbour borrowed some vinegar once but I wasn't home. I shoveled the car out for the old lady who lived upstairs. I feel like I have become best friends with the revolving door of tenants that live above us since all of them have communicated exclusively with the use of megaphones while riding their horses around on the hardwood floor.
Over time, the neighbours across the hall and I did manage to bond over our love of thunder storms. At the crack of thunder we would both find ourselves on the front porch watching the free spectacle. Unfortunately she is one of the many taking off.
But with the new batch of people there was only one goal: Making us more like this
and less like this:
It doesn't look likely though. Moving in across from us is a mother and her teen son. I don't imagine either of them to be interested in socializing with us. Mind you I might take her son under my wing. I am sure she would appreciate that. If he wouldn't eat his Brussel sprouts (wow did not know that the B in Brussel sprouts is always a capital letter) he could come over and have some of my roommates Alphaghetti. I could even support him financially by paying 2 bucks every Sunday to clean my apartment (more than reasonable, teach him the value of a dollar). So while there are opportunities there, it won't be much like Friends. Maybe I can push him towards writing that novel of his though
Mela, the older lady next door who so kindly and unknowingly provided us with Internet service the first 3 months of our lease, was staying put - further hindering the "Friends" dream that I had going. That left only one apartment to be filled (well, there are eight other apartments on higher floors, but I have never been up there and really don't plan on it).
I haven't actually met them yet, so there is still some hope. But they did show up with a massive moving truck this morning. Like ... not a U-haul attached to the back of a car, but literally a "we're packing up and going across the country" truck. And professional movers too. I feel like they haven't seen the place yet. I think they just saw the price and the word "spacious" and said "Yep. Perfect, just what we're looking for, sign it. No we don't need to see it, as long as it's spacious". They will be quite disappointed when they finally show up.
Okay, just put hot tub on top of the kitchen table.
Hopefully they will realize they have too many things and turn out backyard into a play area with a fooseball table and a BBQ. That would be awesome.
As for us, well we're staying put for the year. Didn't want to deal with that hassle of moving. Just kept all our stuff in one place, nominated ourselves as ambassadors of the basement floor and stayed put to overly judge all the people moving in and get further disappointed at our diminishing dream of a Friends like environment due to their shortcomings.
... maybe there not the problem? Nah, impossible.
