Move-In Day

My excitement quickly turned into panic after entering the house. I am not really sure how to describe the condition of the house but just imagine a house that has been used by a fraternity for seven years and has never been cleaned up. There was broken furniture, old clothes/rags, beer can, and cigarette butts everywhere. The house had the lovely smell of urine and beer. This was not the house I remembered touring in April. As I held the key to my new home I thought to myself there is absolutely no way I can live here. I called my parents who were coming down the next day to move me in they did not believe me when I described how bad of shape the house was in. When my parents came in the next day they tried to be optimistic but realized that this task of cleaning up the house was going to be large of a task for them. We immediately called my landlord and pulled out the lease stating that the house needed to be in livable condition. We agreed that there was a large amount of work that needed to be done. Just to get things straight my landlord is a slumlord so maybe only half the items on the to do list were completed. After moving a few pieces of furniture in and painting over the red paint in my room. I began to see the potential in the house. After a few week I started to fall in love with the house. It wasn’t about the condition of the house it was all about the people that live in the house and the memories that are made their. Not to be sappy but this house is something I won’t forget from the hazement (it’s actually our basement) to Fredrick the mouse some of my favorite memories in college have taken place in this house.