What Happened to Living in Paradise?
- Katie Rae
- Jul 5, 2017
- 2 min read
What the hell did I get myself into? I thought as I walked through the door to my new home. Standing there in the front door looking upon the mounds of dirty dishes, half eaten food lying around everywhere with swarms of ants crawling around them, dust caked on every inch of the apartment and piles of the ex tenants shit scattered all around the floors. I had no idea where to even begin, I stood still in the doorway for about five minutes. I had no way to even move because I was in such disbelief that I was paralyzed. With much hesitation I decided we should start with the bathroom, three hours it took us to clean that nasty thing that you can now call livable. How the boys before me didn't end up with some kind of disease is beyond me between the moldy shower curtains and layer of slime on the floor of the shower. Beat to death we showered (now that it was clean) and went to bed for the night. As I layed on the bed in the living room I just kept telling myself, This is your dream Katie, this is your dream. No giving up now. You got this! Well, I woke up the next morning defeated, is all this cleaning even worth it? Why am I living in this dump? I'm going to go look for a different place, a better place. I got in my car (still packed to the brim) and drove off I searched the entire island, craigslist, facebook...nothing that wasn't crazy overpriced. 300 sq ft studio apartment for $2000/month not including utilities...welcome to the Upper Manhattan of the Florida Keys. So once again defeated I arrived back at the house of horrors, I guess cleaning was the way to go. Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, it's off to work I go, or so it seemed for the next 11 days. We cleaned until we couldn't clean anymore. Bleached, scrubbed, and sanitized the apartment was now 3 million times better. At least it'll do for now.
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