Once you have the cookie, and you step out that door, you'll feel right as rain

Would you believe it? It feels like just two weeks ago I was writing about getting my keys. It’s already been over two weeks since I’ve become a property owner. Time flies when you have so many issues to sort out regarding the property. My settlement was littered with issues:

1. The tenants didn’t know they were supposed to move out
2. The tenants didn’t bother returning the key when they did leave
3. Final inspection from the real estate agent wasn’t done because they had no keys to unlock the door, and had to get a locksmith to come out and change the locks
4. Tenants left the house littered with mess, garbage, a hole in the wall, and a fridge
5. ANZ removing too much money from my account, and then refusing to own up to it until I made a complaint to a senior manager
6. Tenants calling up wanting their fridge back, which I then agreed they could have on the condition that the carpets be steam cleaned, they take their garbage with them, and the hole in the wall gets repaired.

I thought that was a fair deal, don’t you?

The last two weeks had me almost pulling my hair out of frustration. In between all of that, I was busy doing my own cleaning of the house, and organising various other things. But, alas! The story does have a happy ending. All the issues are now resolved, and I moved in over the weekend. The house is now littered with my mess, coupled with the tenant’s residue, to make a state that’s liveable, but definitely not, by my standards, clean. Yet.

I baked a batch of cookies yesterday to give the house a nicer smell than paint and curry and air fresheners. Then I went and sprayed some lovely perfume allllll over the house. Twice. It smelled quite nice this morning.

I couldn’t sleep last night in my first night at my new place. Always the case. I never sleep well in an unfamiliar environment, which is why I don’t like to travel so much. To try and help me sleep, I watched the TV film Gia, with Angelina Jolie in it. Oh my god. I should’ve chosen a more light hearted film. It disturbed me, and it stuck in my mind the whole night, making me toss and turn. Sigh. I’ve become a Winnii. It was great movie, but just so tragic. The whole way through it, I was thinking, ‘Come on! You can do it!’ as if willing her to get over her drug problem would magically allow her to get her life straight, even though I knew what would happen. Sigh. So sad. But Angelina was so believable in it. And naked, might I add. So was the girlfriend.

I took some pictures of the house last week. I was so excited to take photos, but now that I look at them, it doesn’t look too interesting to me anymore. I’ll post some up when I find my camera cable, and remember my USB key.