I have talked before about how much we hate this little apartment that we live in. But we are stuck here. We signed a brand new, year long lease just one month before I found out I was pregnant. Talk about bad timing! Our lease will be up at the end of July/beginning of August this year. That means living here for only about 3 months with a small infant.
Josh and I have been up and down, round and round about all our different options of getting-the-hell-out-of here. We have a plethora of reasons. The bugs. The ice. The crappy way everything in here is laid out and put together. The fact that my car got broken into and everything that I needed for daily chores was stolen from me right outside of our building. The dark, scary parking lot. Creepy neighbors. The list goes on and on...and on some more.
After so many conversations about this, Josh and I had finally decided that we should just suck it up and last until August. After all, babies don't take up that much room when they're that little, right? Sure, we would have to organize and probably box up a lot of our superfluous stuff to make room for baby necessities but honestly it is not the end of the world to me to not have a dining room table (that we only use to pile crap on anyway) or a dresser full of pretty clothes that I no longer fit into! It will be a little stressful, but we decided we can do it. Our other option includes breaking the lease (by only 3 months or so) and paying the damn apartment complex somewhere around $4,000 plus whatever damages they want to charge us for. Ugh.
As much as I'd like to high-tail it out of here as fast as I can, I just cannot wrap my head around eating a $4,000 fee. Especially since my health insurance deductible is also $4,000. So basically, we are putting ourselves out $8,000 by even thinking of breaking our lease. I thought I was at peace with this decision, I really did. After all, it is so nice to be able to come home into our little bubble of space. Josh and I have been together for so long that we really have our way of living together in a comfortable way. Our place is not extravagent by any means and the complex itself is ghetto to the max. But once we get inside our little apartment with each other and our dog, it does actually feel like home to us. Its cozy, but it works for now. This should be okay.
If only I did not wake up this morning at 6:30 to a neighbor's smoke alarm beeping every 5 seconds because the batteries were dying. I decided I could not sleep through that so I got up and put a load of laundry in our tiny stackable washer and dryer (should be so much fun with tons of baby laundry to do!) and proceeded to listen to my other neighbor hammering the hell out of something. That has been going on for about 30 minutes now. I ask myself everyday if I'll be able to live here with all the noise and an infant who I'm sure I'll struggle to get to sleep at times. But nothing is perfect, I suppose. Maybe by having my baby in a noisy environment, he will learn to be a heavy sleeper no matter what is going on...and that is what we call lookin' on the bright side folks. Now if I can just make it without killing someone until I can have a glass of wine again.