User9670Casual Contributor
A week from hell
I had been looking for a place since February of this year. Inspection after inspection, clicking the 'submit application' button multiple times. Enquiring about rental properties left and right. Weeks and then months passed.
But finally I had found a property I liked, enquiried, and most of all, they accepted my cat! It was perfect.
Long story short, ended getting the place after inspecting and what not. I was estatic to be finally moving.
But all of that came crashing down once I had moved in, unpacked and organised everything.
I ended up getting sick.
Ended up smelling a fowl musty and damp smell coming from somewhere.
Went to investigate. Turns out there was black mould! Immediately notified the landlord who just said it probably needs to be aired out as the place had been shut 6-8 weeks.
I then thought, 'im not gonna risk my health along with my wellbeing along with my cats health and wellbeing too'.
Ended up throwing everything into a rental van and moved back to the old place.
It was a nightmare trying to move back by myself as I went back to work and started university this week which never happened because I'm dealing with this nightmare almost.
So many tears and screams into my pillow this week. I went back to work today which felt like a breath of fresh air.
I got the bed set up the other day with the motivation and energy I had. But I've come to find myself not wanting to unpack everything, and everything set up as if none of this happened. Not sure if depression is slowly starting to seep in.
