I just got back from having been at my mom's for a few days, and when I came in turned on the lights, the heat and fired up the internet, I started to hear this sound.
We're knee deep in snow around here, so I was thinking it was just someone outside with a snowblower. Then I realized the sound was coming from in the apartment. Not just the building, but my hovel.
My fridge sounds like a snowblower -lawn mower.
This is not good. I really can't have it break down on me. The landlord never fixes anything around here, so a broken fridge would be the last straw.
and for some reason, the heater is sending out cold air.
Anyone who has been reading me for any length of time, knows that since these landlords took over our building it's gone to dren. And I would move if I could afford to, but I can't. I'm on disability because of my injuries. Which means, I have to wait for the city to find me a new place to live and move me. Sucks to be me.
I've been on a wait list for three years. Which since last May, is a moot ...mute...mmm.. whatever point.
The city had major floodings last spring, destroying half of the apartments in the area. We are a city in need of homes.
I'm extremely lucky to have my hovel. My second floor slum. As much as I bitch about where I live, at lest I have a place to live.
And you know what, I am grateful. In the world we live in today, so many of us take things for granted and forget that at any second things can just be wiped out of our lives.
