Next week I’ll be moving into an apartment.
My thoughts on the subject are ever so briefly summed up as, meh.
Here’s a brief list of things I enjoy about being a home owner:
- Having a dog door
- Singing as loud as I want whenever I want
- Not renting
- Painting the walls
- Not paying $1 million dollars per bedroom
- Not being in an apartment
Here’s a brief list of things my dogs enjoy about being a home owner:
- Having all the hardwood floor/tile they want to puke on
- Playing loudly in the morning and evening
- Barking at strangers
- Using their dog door
- Playing in the back yard whenever they feel like it because they’re spoiled mofo dogs
So needless to say, we are not super excited. I’m viewing this place as an (expensive) place to park for a while. It’s newish, it’s safe and it should be very little trouble. It’s also about ten minutes from my job, so I’ll be able to go home at lunch to take care of the furbabies and I’ll be able to pick up Pascale after work and take her to the barn in the evenings. If nothing else, being able to ride my horse Monday – Friday is reason enough to move.
My experience renting in large apartment complexes has not been extensive. Tim and I always rented private homes from individual owners through Cragislist or MLS. That ended in some rather interesting landlord situations at times, but all in all we had great places to live.
In college, I rented a townhouse in an apartment complex with a friend. The place was dirty when we moved in and pretty banged up, but I loved living there. It was two stories, had a back patio with some wooded area and lots of space. That kind of floor plan/place doesn’t exist in Austin for anywhere near my price range… believe me, I checked!
The only other complex I lived in was a brief 4 month stay with Tim before we moved to Plymouth, MA for my job at SmartPak. I was super excited because it was the first home we officially shared together, but in all honestly it was a really shitty one bedroom apartment. The place always smelled like curry, which is delicious to eat but tiresome to smell every day.
The bedroom and living room were carpeted with brand new, cheap off-white carpet. I’m not a fan of carpet in any capacity, but Tim and I figured that our dogs were well house trained and we could keep anything nice for 6 months. However, the first night we gave Eliot & BT a “Greenie” dog chew before bed.
Now to give context to this story, Eliot is the best house trained dog I’ve ever had. He once drank too much water swimming earlier in the day, and when I neglected to take him outside because I didn’t realize how badly he needed to go… he jumped in the shower to urinate. I saw this with my own two eyes, and he had this look of “Sorry mom, but this is close right?” as he let loose. It is a dire situation if Eliot ever has an accident inside.
Anyway, the night of the Greenie chew Eliot woke us up at 3:00am with explosive green diarrhea all over the brand new place and the brand new carpet. We immediately sprang into emergency cleaning mode, but that kind of started that place off on the wrong foot.
As I get ready to move into my new place, I won’t be giving my dogs any strange chew toys. I’ll make it as homey as I can, but unlike previous places I’ve lived they’ll be no research for temporary wallpaper or “Tips to Make This Space Your Own!” It’s not my own. I’ll be just a visitor, but at the moment I think I’m okay with that.