Please help me feel better about it, please?

In the old apartment, I had a bedroom that was nearly 200 sq. ft. Now I have a bedroom that isn’t even 100 sq. ft.

The house came with a washer and a dryer. The dryer is improperly connected to the point that the gas company thinks it’s a hazard and the person who came to turn on the gas had to clear it with his supervisor. Also, somehow, the previous owner managed to fit the washer and dryer into a laundry area that is clearly too small for it. So small, in fact, that I can’t get them out, and I will have to have a contractor come in and pare down the walls so I can move them.

This house has already made me sick. The old apartment had carpet, and it was . . . not the cleanest. I had no problems. I come here, to a home that has laminate flooring, and suddenly I am snotting all over the place, and I can’t breathe. I had to go out an buy an air purifier just to get my normal breathing back.

And I’m not even going to get into the number of times this place had been grafittied in the past seven days (it was 3 times).

I hate this house. The only reason my mother said yes to is is because “our lease” was ending: a lease that I had already talked to the owner about, and she said she would not raise our rent, and we could switch to month to month rent, like we had before the place got sold this year.

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*hyperventilates*