Why Don’t You Just Leave?
We’ve been in our apartment now for three years. Some of the surprises we’ve dealt with are by no means new. Part of the disasters we shrug and laugh at, others put us on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The average friend or family member will ask us, “Why don’t you just leave?” and we reply that it’s easier said than done. We have a four year old son and need a two bedroom. Around here, that sort of luxury doesn’t come cheap. Not to mention, coming up with a security deposit for a new place, moving costs, and the entire headache that goes with it. We’re simply just not ready.
A few nights ago what seemed to be the last straw for us happened. There was about five inches of rain that fell in roughly a two hour time span. I kept checking the windows and every known crevasse for water. Something in me just knew it was going to come in.
“We’re Going to Need a Bigger Boat.”
The funny part is, we went through two massive hurricanes, and not a single drop of water entered our space. This time was different. This time the water neared so close to our windows I was anticipating them giving out and just letting the gigantic pools rush right in. Instead, much to our surprise, the damage was not noticed until the following day. My other half walked into our closet to hang something up and remarked to me that there was a sopping wet mark on our carpet in there. Slowly, that sopping wet stain became another, and another, until our closet was virtually filled with dirty water. It soaked the carpet and its padding underneath.
Our Saturday night was not spent laughing or watching a movie together. We didn’t go out and I didn’t get an early start on my work. Instead, we spent it ripping up the mildew and flood soaked carpet and padding that by now absolutely reeked.
Time Waits For No One
After an extremely rough week of other life headaches – this was the last thing we both needed. Rewind back to Saturday morning, when we first started speaking of doing all of this ripping up and cleaning. My neighbor upstairs also got a ton of water in her apartment. It’s anybody’s guess how. She’s on the middle floor after all. Still, as she was getting her entire carpeting replaced – the workers were banging so hard with hammers that they knocked our kitchen clock off the wall. It landed in the sink and broke. Although this may seem like something so small, I was livid. I was so angry, my initial reaction was to lose it but, I realized my son was watching. Even though he’s only four, he had such a look of concern on his face. He was concerned for his mother who was obviously a wreck. I just picked up our shattered clock that had much sentimental value, since it was the first little housewarming gift we bought ourselves – and then I let out a few tears.
Sometimes, you just need to melt down.
Although our landlord has at least tried to show some care toward the situation, we remain worried that he is going to be cheap about replacing our small area of carpet. We may just end up following in our neighbor’s footsteps and having it done ourselves while deducting the costs out of the rent.
In the long run, this has been a learning experience. This ordeal is nobody’s fault. It was just Mother Nature being really pissed off. After all the other various issues we’ve had here, this was just one more stiff reminder – we need to move.