Background: I’m starting my 4th (and final) year of university in a few days. For the last three years I’ve lived in the dorms, a world of bad roommates, drunken/pothead neighbors, closet singles, shower shoes, fattening cafeteria food, and sagging twin beds. So this year I moved off-campus into my first apartment!
I’m living with two friends in the bottom two floors of a house near campus. The house was built in 1844, which boggles the mind of this Californian. I didn’t really anticipate it being much different from the dorm: we’d have a kitchen and larger rooms but we’d have to clean our own bathrooms and couldn’t call university maintenance when something broke.
However it’s much more different from the dorms than I anticipated. When we moved in the place was a dump. There was a hole the size of a pizza box in the floor of my room. After the landlord fixed that I’ve had to contend with piles of dirt, actual dirt, on the ground, cobwebs everywhere, and the hair and fingernail clippings my summer sublettor left inside my brand new dresser (apparently he also tried to keep a mouse he found in the room as a pet. Except instead of buying a cage he just kept it under an overturned bowl on the counter and tried to feed it protein powder. eeeeew)! I swept, swiffered, vacuumed, and mopped my wood floor but it still felt dirty so I covered it up with a carpet. I bought a bunch of those hooks that stick to walls without destroying them so I can hang up clothes but it turns out that some previous resident has banged nails into one of walls at irregular intervals to use as hooks instead. It works I guess.
At first I was really nervous about the situation but now that I’m almost all moved in and I’ve put up posters and pictures, I’m getting really excited about living here for the next year. We just got our first newspaper on the doorstep this morning. I’m also really enjoying my double bed and full kitchen.
Any words of wisdom for a first-time renter?
edit: spelling error