Something of mine.
The American dream.
A thirtieth birthday gift to myself.
To reward myself for all my hard work on a tender ankle I decided to take a break. This "break" included installation of a cat door into the garage. Simple, straight forward, and we (my lovely assistant/babysitter had joined at this point) got to use power tools.....Ah, power tools. There were a few other first home activities---- such as finding a better use for the 1970's curtains....The lovely model decided a long skirt was in order. Apparently the proportions weren't correct for an evening gown.
The evening continued on.... two girls and a solid core door with power tools. More than a few laughable moments occurred, and we bet on which muscles would be more sore in the morning. After standing back to admire our handy work. (or in Teddi's case scrutinize the placement of the cat door and whether my fat cats would fit through it) we each headed back to our apartments to sleep.
After getting a great deal on a condo, inspections, mortgage paperwork, appraisals, walkthroughs, more paperwork, more paperwork and cashiers checks I started moving things in this past Thursday. Dropped a few things off the first night and had my little, "This is my home, I own it." moment before heading back to my apartment for some much needed rest and packing. I was on call on Friday into Saturday. Following a brief post call nap I began loading my car and driving across town to unload. Load number two was being unloaded when I realized I was a bit warm. I thought to myself how ironic this was because I had been wishing for warmer weather for weeks, and, of course, Mother Nature obliged with 90+ degree weather the day I decide to start moving boxes in and out.
Again though, I felt a bit warm.
Bingo, the Air Conditioner had been turned off at some point in the past weeks of inspection/appraisal/closing/walk throughs etc. Easy fix...I turned on the air. After living in my 100 year old apartment with a window unit the cool air was a happy little homeowner moment.
At 02:30 I was greeted by multiple police cars just outside my apartment....arresting two of my neighbors (see why I wanted to move out of the "good neighborhood"). I was instructed to "Remain in my vehicle." I did just that until the nice officer escorted me to my apartment.
I drifted off knowing I had another day of moving ahead of me-- even if my neighbor was currently resisting arrest out back.
Up and at 'em Sunday. Car loaded again. A slow moving day. unpacking boxes cleaning things etc. until.... drip.... drip drip....drip....drip drip drip...drip...dripdripdripdripdripdripdripdrip... I hobbled back and forth along the first floor searching for the sound.... What I discovered to be the sound of water dripping through my first floor ceiling/second floor closet floor on to my carpet.
All said and done at least $8000 dollars in repairs to the floor/ceiling/AC will have to be done. And my previously cool/comfortable new home is now sweltering hot for at least another week. The inspection company/AC company/homeowners insurance details are being worked out, but here's the general math.
$8000.00 (not including down payment/taxes etc)/4 days = $2000.00+/day for home ownership.
I really hope this trend doesn't continue, I can't afford $62,000.00 a month to live.
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