apartment living

When we were looking for an apartment to stay at, we were looking for somewhere clean. We wanted a place that was not going to gross me out every time I tried to cook. We thought we had found the place when we initially moved in. The complex did not allow pets and the carpet looked decent .

My days usually consisted of going to school then coming home to clean and make dinner and wait for my husband to come home from work. Sometimes taken up by watching my favorite soap opera "Days of our lives". I remember my aunt watching when I was younger and the story line between Bo and Hope and how they had the fairytale ending.  Here I was 12 years later and I swear it was the same storyline with the same people But I swear they had not aged. I know that if I watched it today I probably would not miss a thing, could probably pick up where I left off.

Well one day I was cleaning the kitchen and I saw a small crumb of something. I didn't know what it was so I just wiped it into the sink. When I did that the little sac broke and all these small cockroaches started scattering everywhere. I screamed, this was gross and I thought how can I cook in this kitchen again. I left the house. I could not share the room with so many cockroaches. That was gross and disgusting and did I mention gross. I went outside and basically just paced the street until I saw him come home from work. I explained what happened and how I could not live in that place. He finally calmed me down and we went inside.

That night I could not sleep. I felt like little bugs were crawling on me. I insisted on sleeping with the lights on and just in case a little roach did come near me, I was armed with a shoe and Raid. The lack of sleep was horrible but the determination was renewed.I awoke that morning and immediately started to look for a new apartment.