So the clock is ticking on the month of May as I have only eight more free days before June 1st to get my life from a state of chaos to a state of organized chaos. While it seems ridiculous to be wasting this precious time blogging, maybe recapping the progress I’ve made so far will lower my stress level.
Here’s where things stand with the relocation efforts as of Friday morning, May 11th:
-It was official yesterday: We have an apartment in Culver City locked up with a lease starting on June 1st. It’s funny how location, a fancy-looking complex and an amazing sales guy can make you forget about your ideal budget for an apartment (but I swear I’ll use the pool and the gym all the time!)
-I almost panicked when one of the first people I mentioned the signed lease to said, “Culver City? Why would you want to live in that shitty area?” He’s someone who is supposedly very knowledgeable about LA, but then he said Culver City is in the “valley,” and I realized he’s actually just a fucking moron. So I think I’m still happy with our location.
-No, I won’t include a link to the building we’re going to live in because it never seems like a good idea to put your exact address on the web. You can email me and ask nicely if you really want to see.
-It took us two-and-a-half trips to LA to find the right apartment. I consider my roundtrip to LA and back this past Tuesday a half trip because I was there for less than four hours (but was in the car driving down and back for over 11 hours).
-In total, we made 17 appointments to see apartments over the course of those LA visits. I believe we only went into nine of them because the other eight ended up being “drive-bys.” Drive-bys happened when we felt like either the apartment was too far removed from civilization or when we feared for our lives because the neighborhood it was located in probably experienced a lot of actual drive-by shootings. Of the nine places we really looked at, three would only show us “model units” instead of the actual units we’d be living in. Sorry, but you can’t convince me to sign a lease based on the theory of “your apartment could potentially be similar to this, but we’re not sure until you put a deposit down.” If they had allowed us to live in a model unit Arrested Development style, that would be a different story. A few other places just weren’t a good fit for whatever reason. There was the in-law apartment where the owner who lived in the main house was about 92 years old. I’m not living in a place where there’s a 95% chance that my landlord would die only a few feet away from me within the first month. There was the lovely homeowner who when I asked her how maintenance gets done in the apartment said, “Oh, that’s easy. I’ll send you a YouTube video on how to fix things when they break.” And finally, there was the leasing agent who told us he wouldn’t live in the area we were looking if he was us…as he’s showing us an apartment he theoretically should be trying to sell us on. It’s a good thing the place we locked down worked out because it really doesn’t feel like we found too many other options.
-If there’s one thing I’m most excited about with a new apartment, it’s picking a junk drawer. I’m actually bringing a box down to LA that’s filled with take-out menu’s, rubber bands, Sharpie’s missing their caps, some old Christmas cards that should have been thrown away five months ago, a stapler, a mouse trap and a deck of cards. I cannot wait to fill up my new junk drawer.
I’ve secured a moving truck for us to drive down to LA on June 1st with all of our possessions. I don’t have a lot of experience with this so I wasn’t sure what size truck to get. I went with a 16-footer. Since Julie isn’t yet an expert on driving a manual transmission, which my car has, she’ll be the one driving the semi down to LA. My hope is that I’m not updating the blog on June 2nd with a picture like this:
-Unfortunately before I can pick my new junk drawer, there are things to do at the old apartment in San Francisco. It would be nice to leave this apartment the same way my roommates and I left our college apartment at the end of senior year…basically without cleaning the place at all and then simply telling the landlord to use our security deposit as our final month’s rent. I don’t know how we got away with that without a lawsuit, but I have a feeling my current landlord wouldn’t really be on board.
-Not only is our landlord expecting us to clean, but she told us it needs to be “move-in ready” in order for us to get our full security deposit back. To me that’s a very subjective measuring stick. What’s move-in ready to me may not be move-in ready to her. For instance, I have no problem moving into a place that has a giant circle of dried paint embedded into the carpet, and even better, the dried paint has a large piece of broken glass stuck inside it:
-She may not think of that as “move-in ready,” but if I cover the entire carpet in white paint and then stick random pieces of glass in the paint, will she maybe think that’s the type of flooring she originally put into this apartment? Luckily if she does tell us she needs to replace the whole carpet and that it’s coming out of our deposit, my Uncle Steve owns a furniture and carpet business in Massachusetts, and I’m sure he will gladly ship a nice carpet out here free of charge to help the cause.
Sexual Offenders in Your Area
-As I was reading through my new lease yesterday, I noticed a section about sexual offenders. I didn’t really pay attention to what that section was telling me because I got distracted by this link they included: http://meganslaw.ca.gov/disclaimer.aspx
-The next thing I know it’s three hours later, and I’m still screwing around on that MegansLaw website. Go ahead and give it a try, but just make sure you have some time on your hands. I was searching for sexual offenders in my new LA neighborhood, my current SF neighborhood, and even the neighborhoods of some of my friends. Once you’ve done the same, you’ll naturally start drilling into the individual offenders to see what they look like, what their crimes are and what documented scars and tattoos they have. If you’re like me, your imagination will run wild when you read the crimes because the descriptions are vague. For example several of the offenses I saw were tagged as: “LEWD OR LASCIVIOUS ACTS WITH A CHILD UNDER 14 YEARS OF AGE.” I’d like to know what these acts were specifically and how much “under 14 years of age” were the children.
-For those of you worried about me and Julie, relax. The closest sexual offender to our new apartment probably isn’t doing much offending these days:
That’s everything for now. Time for me to re-read the manual for my new vacuum to see what setting will suck up a “dried paint and glass” combo.