You know how sometimes, when you're stressed, and someone asks you, "hey man, how are you?"- and despite all that's going on, you realize, perhaps only because you had to really stop and think about it, that you are doing quite well despite all that's going on. Yeah, that's me today.
I just finished writing a letter outlining that I am planning to break my lease at my current apartment. This may come as a real shock to the few of you who actually read this (namely you mom), and I think probably did somewhat to my landlord. However, I have been more or less for the last month sleeping in my living room as there is water in my bedroom. The mold that was growing on the walls, I kept at bay with some bleach and elbow grease. And I guess I was giving my landlord the benefit of the doubt with my calls about needing a solution (a long-term, structural one) that he would understand the seriousness and pressing nature of the problem. My phone calls always started with me trying to convey my frustration and need for an immediate addressing of the problem, and invariably ended with me feeling like it wasn't that big a deal (that he would get around to it when things dried out).
Well, I just wrote the letter and made an appointment with the UT Legal Clinic (free for us poor ass grad students) and am feeling good about not only the reality of a new place to live, but the possibility of a new way to live as well.
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