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i dream of fantastical future for myself in which i don't have to wash a re-liquefied coat of landlord white paint off my hands every time i wipe down the walls with cold water
gods, i've finally started seeing other people put into words the struggles i've been having with keeping things clean in substandard housing. how it's basically impossible to do any proper cleaning when practically everything in the place falls apart if you look at it too hard.
in our apartment, the tiles peel up off the floor if you sweep them too hard, much less mop them with anything stronger than cold water. under the hastily glued down tile is nothing but pressed wood that flakes chips everywhere.
if you run a hand along any of the walls, you'll pull it back covered in flecks of landlord special white paint, so good luck wiping those down without peeling a few layers off.
none of the windows or doors are sealed properly, and we live in florida, so moisture and mold are abundant.
all of the plumbing leaks. all of it. you can't turn on a single faucet anywhere in this unit without water coming out somewhere it shouldn't be. there's problems with the pipes themselves and molded worn out caulking around everything. the leaks have been """repaired""" several times and always come back in a few days.
because of the leaks, the cabinets around all of our sinks (which are also made of pressed wood) are bloated, warped, and basically rotted through the bottom (which means they're also constantly flaking off wood chips). maintenance threw some pieces of scrap wood in the bottom of the cabinets to cover the holes and called it good.
even if i had endless time and energy to devote to scrubbing this place top to bottom, decorating and nesting, etc, there's no way for me to ever make it into a truly comfortable and cozy place to live when the very structure itself is crumbling under my hands.
I moved out
The house was three hours' drive from work.
Then a lousy one bedroom flat,
With half the room bending with the roof
Then the house had no heating
The other had a stream that ran from the kitchen to the street through the living room
And the electricity installed 30 years ago
Notary and municipal elected official ass and shirt
Married, put to the trash the DASS mail that indicated substandard housing
Especially with a baby
3 months of double rent
Nice when we just moved in
And who pays for the hotel and the move into
The third apartment
Lower-case
The 1m20 bed barely fits in and no insulation
Damn it, near the prefecture.
Downstairs is the revolution of the construction workers
We're more on their side than on the other.
But the two-metre flames on the asphalt
Tear gases
And the throws of REAL paving stones
We're going to move
Among the great-grandparents
Who have a huge house
They only use the ground floor
New house, new move
This time it's big
But the walls are infested
The little one has otitis then otitis then otitis
That's it, we’ve been selected for a
New job, in a warmer climate
No more earaches
But the neighbour, when she flushes the toilet
It's falling on our heads
That's enough, this time we took
Legal insurance and not legal protection
They are obliged to repair
All of a sudden, they get busy...
But it's flowing again,
And again,
And the works never end
The building next door burned down.
Yes, yes, yes, the one in front of the cathedral
It must be said that electricity in historic buildings
And even in our building,
leaves a lot to be desired
France is just a beautiful front,
A beautiful showcase
This time we're not moving
We're thinking this through
Two civil servant salaries
Doesn't that make it possible to accommodate three people?
Are you kidding me?
This time, we're going to move for good
We're getting out of here.
Abroad,
And you know what else?
The movers refunded us 300 bucks.
Because we had organized everything so well.
That they had won a day's work
This is the first time we've been valued
and that it's in our interest to move.
And now,
We don't move anymore
We are enjoying life....
Aurianne Or
Pour lire ceci en français: https://aurianneor.tumblr.com/post/181436082725/jai-déménagé