No Longer Homeless - Still Smell Like Cat

For those of you just joining us, my name is Jia, and I've been living with my in-laws for the past two years. While I love my in-laws, I also don't condone the use of violence. I'm kidding.

I totally love violence.

All joking aside, Matt's folks have been great in helping us get back on our feet the past few years while I finished college and during the brief few months when Matt's boss was a douche the economy collapsed.

But the longing that I've had for my own place has been the close to baby cravings. I see other people in their lovely apartments and my uterus soul longs for a place to call my very own. We've been ready to get our own place for some time, and it really helped that the in-laws gave us a schedule on when to get out.

So I got the call today that our applications have been approved and we get to move into our slightly lived in shiny new apartment asap. Okay, so really it's not all that shiny and new. We took over the lease of a couple that Matt works with who had to vacate due to family circumstances but didn't want to pay the termination fee, which is totally understandable. Plus, I'm all about not having to pay a depost fee when moving in.

Matt got the keys to the new place today at work, so tonight we headed down, bringing cleaning supplies, toilet paper and potpouri with us - the essentials. It would have been slightly easier had we been given the key to the gate that apparently locks at night, but we followed someone else in, which made us feel better because we were essentially locked out of our new home, and also slightly nervous because seriously, what kind of security is that?

I took pictures of the empty apartment with my phone, but they aren't uploading, so next time I'll have to be less lazy and actually bring my big girl camera. In the meantime, here's a basic layout of our new place:

It's a two bedroom, two bathroom which is awesome cause now I can just not use one bathroom at all, so when guests come over I can be all "Yeah, this is our only restroom. There isn't another one in the back with toothpaste and shaving cream in the sink." The second bedroom has become a bit of a problem. Matt has this silly idea that he's going to put his comic books and video games in there. Oh, and the storage is totally not storage. Apparently it used to be storage, but then the new management took over and put washers and dryers in the storage units, which frankly, I'm okay with. I'd much rather have clean clothes than extra crap. Of course the comic books could have gone in there.

It's also on the second floor, which sucks because we're fat which is awesome because we'll totally be in shape now. The only problem we've really seen (aside from the fact that the previous tenants had a cat and the whole place still smells like kitty litter. Not used kitty litter, but still, even clean kitty litter smells gross. Why do people even own cats?) And apparently the neighbors below us have a four year old that likes to play on our patio (because the patios aren't personal, they're basically a front porch with a fancy "patio" title.

So we need to build a gate, get some chicken wire, or teach Jasper to eat little girls.