The Last Three Months in Burbank
Tonight, the contents of my kitchen was packed into two boxes. I wish I can say I had the narrative genius to weave an interesting story about packing soy sauce and vinegar and our McCormick spices, but… I don’t think I’m that awesome of a writer. At least not tonight.
Not my refrigerator. But just as uninteresting.
So I shall tell you about another story, one is about hope, disappointment, and resolve. This is story is about finding a house and/or housemate.
The Epic House and/or Housemate Epic is EPIC
November. It is the end of our contract with Unit 1K Burbank 2. Technically, we should be leaving. We even found a unit in Dayton, one which was cheaper, newer, and did NOT have leaks (at least according to the current tenant). But the owner, asked us to stay, because he couldn’t give us back our two-month deposit. He said we could use up the deposit as rent for two months. He was practically begging us NOT to leave. I guess he liked us as tenants? At first we said no. But then the chaos began. And the unit we were supposed to get was suddenly handed off to another tenant. And the person who was supposed to be our new roomate suddenly backed out at the last minute. It was looking like God didn’t want us to leave Burbank yet. So we stayed.
December. We found a temporary roommate, which will be a great help to us, monetarily. The supposedly new roommate even said she can join us for January! And we even found a new unit to rent! And then, at the end of December, said new roommate backed out YET AGAIN. And the temporary roommate started to show unpleasant character. Uh-oh.
January.
Roommate: Karess and I have decided that we’ve had enough of looking for new roommates.
New house: One of the nice one-bedroom apartments in the area opened up, just the right size for two people, with a little bit of space to spare. The landlady there seemed nice.
Moving truck: We booked movers that were within budget. We were set to move on a Sunday, between a Saturday and a holiday.
Old landlord: We talked to our current landlord, and he finally agreed that we leave, and helped us take care of our clearance. We even got to strike a bargain with the last rent.
Admin suff: There’s a new rule in California Garden Square that moving out on the weekend isn’t allowed. But the admin office head honcho agreed to exempt us from that rule because we’ve already booked the truck. Yey for favor!
At that very moment, it looks like everything has finally fallen into place.
Bye-bye, Burbank countdown: 3 days to go
