AJ's Corner / Random

7 Things You Learn When You Get Your First Apartment

 

No one told me just how hard it was to get everything together and make a new place truly become a home. My awesome roommate (I really should come up with a cool code name for her) and I have decided to become legitimate roommates and lease an apartment together…just the two of us. Needless to say, we need to get our sh*t together if we are going to survive college.

Here are some truths…

1. Everything that was stated on the listing is an ultra lie.

Gourmet kitchen? If a stove that has only two burners and has issues handling my mandatory tea kettle, then I guess that makes it gourmet. Newly renovated? Is that what that crack in the ceiling means? Secluded and nice neighborhood? S,  that is what the non-stop college parties and drunk college students falling around outside my door is.

The point is, your first place is almost never what you wanted to be. The chance of having your first ever crash pad in your name to a lush condo in the sky is 85264521 to one (unless you are beyond affluent, in which case I highly think we should be friends).

2. The Perfect Roommate

Chances are you are going to have a roommate, since money is a factor.

Let’s talk about this right now. The Perfect Roommate…doesn’t exist.

So, take a good look

No matter how great the person is, there is going to be that one thing they do that pisses you off. Whether it’s the fact that they leave their sh*t everywhere and its the equivalent of stepping on a Lego or they are off their rocker, OCD-style. For all you know, you could be the worst roommate in the world.

Whether you have known your roomie for years or have just met them prior to moving in, the key to both is to find common ground and to compromise. You both are monetarily-challenged, (as far as you know), you are both human beings, and you both want to live fairly decently, I wager. Figure out early on what you like and don’t like, your abilities, and good qualities. How else are they going to manage living with you if they can’t even figure you out? Lay it all out…within reason.

The biggest don’t:

Don’t be afraid to disagree. Why have a home in which you help finance and you are skirting around certain topics and opinions. You are two different people; you don’t have to be on the same page all the time. Just know that it’s never good to leave things as they are. Always seek some form of resolution (take it from a psych major).

3. Furnishing the place is a b*tch.

You don’t realize how little you actually have until you start packing up you stuff or in my case, (since I loath packing and unpacking so much, I live like a caveman in live out of boxes and suitcases) moving to another place. Whether it’s because you lived in a one room dormitory room or with your parents, you are blissfully unaware of what it actually takes to survive. For example: Cookware, non-plastic flatware and more than one dish because you obviously can’t live off of take away for ever. Or toilet paper, I never realized that running out of toilet paper when I am “in need” was up there on the list of fears until I got my own place.

And I also don’t believe in renting furniture because I feel that I am going to be paying off this couch for far longer than its going to stay clean and in one piece. What do I look like paying a car payment to a car that’s already been in three car accidents? That’s what it is to still have 22 months left on a couch with the makings of a nacho salad and with all of the stained cushion accompaniments.

Then IKEA, enticing as it is, is one of the worst things on this earth. This sh*t is pricey and it’s doesn’t come assembled. The f*ck? Do they not know that I can’t even assemble a shelf correctly? I managed to almost injure myself and turn the shelf into some strange Frankenstein-ish thing that didn’t even remotely look like a shelf in the end. The best part is, the project didn’t even require tools.

F*ck this.

I’ll find free furniture somewhere.

couch

4. Pinterest becomes your best friend.

Or at least it was in my case. I haven’t even moved in officially and I have at least three DIY projects going. The way I see it, whatever helps to make you feel comfortable, or helps you to forget what a dump you actually live in, is fine in my book. It helps to bring in some color where you probably can’t in some cases.

You like my color mural? It’s removable and I got it off Pinterest.

5. You forget about the little things.

…Like utility bills. It finally registers that Wi-Fi is not free despite what Starbucks and Panera Bread has taught you. Things that are essential to life like electricity and heating are left up to you. I honestly forget that you need an actually Wi-Fi connection to get to the Netflix. It was like “yeah, we don’t need that sh*t. We can walk to the library if we need it that bad.” No. We need that sh*t and the library is sooo far away. Plus, there are only so few times board games will actually entertain you.

…Or food. If I see another Ramen noodle packet or Pop Tart, I will slap somebody.

6. Something will always be broken.

This happens to everybody and when it does happen you never fail to feel like a character on Good Times.

Sink: I see you got a new microwave over there.

Me: …Yeah…

New Microwave: Hi, guys!

Sink: Yo, Pauly, did you see that?! The new guy thinks he’s one of us.

A/C: Yeah, I saw, Mike.

Sink: I’m gonna show em’ what for. I’m out.

A/C: Me too.

Me: Did the A/C just go out? And the sink is backed up? The f*ck!

 

7. It’s yours.

Your name is on the lease and the keys are in your hand. It’s not much, but hey, you own it.

 

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