so as most of my friends know by now, some asshole decided to report my apartment to the city of lodi. the fire marshall concluded that the apartment was illegal and that we needed to remove our beds. we worked some magic, told them that we were sleeping upstairs, and i've been sleeping on an inflatable mattress ever since. i've also had to inflate and deflate the mattress every day out of fear that they might come back to spot check us. needless to say, i've been sleeping other places as much as possible and not very comfortable in my place.
i've been desperately seeking out a new place to live. i never realized how expensive rent is in this area. i found some really nice places, but some were over 1200/month for a 1 bedroom! no thanks. so after over a month of searching, i finally found a new place. i will be moving in on june 1st. pretty spacious studio with a large main room that has a small kitchenette and a living room area. stove and fridge are included. also has a fully seperate berdoom that is a pretty decent size. bathroom is just a sink, toilet and standup shower, which is fine by me. nice little patio area outside where i can set up a grill and a table/chairs. no grass or yard, but i have full use of a huge driveway that could easily fit 5-6 cars.
all in all, it's a pretty decent spot. it's not real modern looking but i'm ok with that. it will need a little fixing up and decorating, but that's fine. i'm signing a lease for a year and i'm sure i will be there for longer than that. i wanna make the patio area nice and really hook up the inside. i want a really nice space to work on my designs and really try to get some things going. i think in general, this place will be a healthy move for me. a big reason that i would find myself out every single night was because i was growing increasingly sicker and sicker of my old apartment. no sunlight. small windows. low ceilings. i would feel like a mole coming out of the ground when i would leave there. this new place will be really comfortable and i'll finally just be able to chill and relax. plus it's gonna be closer to my job and closer to my parents which is good. they are getting older. my dad has a bad knee. my mom has a bad back. so now if they need anything, i'll be 5 minutes away. i'll also be 5 minutes away from dingos, which i haven't told my liver about just yet.
the landlord seems really cool. he doesn't live in the house though. the other tenant is a single lady with two kids. but from the way he was describing it, she was in the front of the house and it would not be a problem for me to have people in the back to chill, bbq etc. i'm gonna start moving shit there in a few weeks. i'll meet the other tenant and get a feel for what kind of entertaining i can do there. as a whole, i'm really done with having the party apartment. i've had one for almost a decade and i'm kinda through with that. plus this is gonna be my own place and i don't want it getting trashed. this place is gonna start a new chapter in my life and i'm looking forward to it. once i get in and feel out the neighbors, i'll probably have a small home-warming gathering. actually i might have a few different ones, because i think it would get seriously out of hand if i invited everyone i'd want to a single event. but i'll be in touch about that.
and lastly - just wanna thank everyone that reached out during the last month or so. a few people let me sleep on couches, etc. what happened to me wasn't the end of the world, but still, a lot of people offered places to stay and whatever help they could. and i truly appreciate that shit. dan is also making some positive steps and getting out on his feet as well. within the next couple months, we will be updated versions. bauer brothers 2.0. cheers!
Monday, May 9, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
thanks a lot asshole (the end of an era).
so last week, i got a call from my landlord. apparently, someone called the city of lodi and made a complaint about my apartment. i've been renting out the basement of my friend's mom's house for the last 8 years. i've had a few different roommates over the years. my current roommate is my brother dan. it's a strictly cash arrangement. as far as anyone else is concerned, it's not a rental.
so today, the fire marshall came to our place, and deemed it unliveable. it is ok as a hangout, but not an apartment. they are coming back on thursday morning and we have to have our beds gone by then. we can "hang out" down there as much as we want, but we are not allowed to sleep there. but we can have futons down there. go fucking figure. bottom line, i'm gonna have to buy and sleep on a futon until i figure something out.
this sucks on so many different levels. my main goal at this point in my life is to buy a condo or a house and have my own place. i figured i could stick it out at this place til about the end of next year, and i would have enough saved to put a nice down payment on a place and furnish it. i just cleaned out my savings to put a down payment on my new car, so at the moment i'm just about broke. i figured i could spend it, since my rent was so cheap and then just save from now until the end of next year. but now i'm pretty fucked. now i need to find a new place to live. i am not going to pay rent to sleep on a god damn futon.
so instead of paying cheap rent and saving money, i'm gonna have to pay probably double in rent of what i'm paying now and all my plans of owning a place are getting flushed down the toilet for at least another few years. all because some asshole decided to call the city and complain. i really wish the worst possible fate on this person. i really wish they would get hit by a bus and struck with cancer all in the same instant. i don't fuck with anyone. and my life is totally fucked right now. i'm being forced out of a place that i've called home for almost a decade. and i've been wanting to leave, but on my own fucking terms. and when i was ready to make a smart investment.
nothing really ever bothers me. but this shit is stressing me the fuck out. i mean i just bought a new car. i have been trying so hard to get my life on track. i got myself out of debt. i finally have pretty decent credit. i've been working full time and constantly improving on my design skills, all while juggling a healthy social life. and in one shot, some anonymous piece of shit has taken a major shit on my life for no fucking reason. i might even have to pick up a second job to cover the added costs of a new place and still be able to move towards my goals.
i gathered up some flicks of crazy times and great people that have made my apartment such an awesome place. i appreciate and love all my friends. and i thank everyone for all the good times that we've had.
so today, the fire marshall came to our place, and deemed it unliveable. it is ok as a hangout, but not an apartment. they are coming back on thursday morning and we have to have our beds gone by then. we can "hang out" down there as much as we want, but we are not allowed to sleep there. but we can have futons down there. go fucking figure. bottom line, i'm gonna have to buy and sleep on a futon until i figure something out.
this sucks on so many different levels. my main goal at this point in my life is to buy a condo or a house and have my own place. i figured i could stick it out at this place til about the end of next year, and i would have enough saved to put a nice down payment on a place and furnish it. i just cleaned out my savings to put a down payment on my new car, so at the moment i'm just about broke. i figured i could spend it, since my rent was so cheap and then just save from now until the end of next year. but now i'm pretty fucked. now i need to find a new place to live. i am not going to pay rent to sleep on a god damn futon.
so instead of paying cheap rent and saving money, i'm gonna have to pay probably double in rent of what i'm paying now and all my plans of owning a place are getting flushed down the toilet for at least another few years. all because some asshole decided to call the city and complain. i really wish the worst possible fate on this person. i really wish they would get hit by a bus and struck with cancer all in the same instant. i don't fuck with anyone. and my life is totally fucked right now. i'm being forced out of a place that i've called home for almost a decade. and i've been wanting to leave, but on my own fucking terms. and when i was ready to make a smart investment.
nothing really ever bothers me. but this shit is stressing me the fuck out. i mean i just bought a new car. i have been trying so hard to get my life on track. i got myself out of debt. i finally have pretty decent credit. i've been working full time and constantly improving on my design skills, all while juggling a healthy social life. and in one shot, some anonymous piece of shit has taken a major shit on my life for no fucking reason. i might even have to pick up a second job to cover the added costs of a new place and still be able to move towards my goals.
i gathered up some flicks of crazy times and great people that have made my apartment such an awesome place. i appreciate and love all my friends. and i thank everyone for all the good times that we've had.
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