That's the way it was just before the movers came in and took all my stuff away to a pod on the apartment complex property. I had packed and packed and packed some more until everything was in a milk box from the local grocery.
Next came the hotel that Milo and I stayed in for a few days until the 16th of February.
I had planned for a swimming pool and hot tub, even buying bathing suits but, alas it wasn't to be, so Milo and I took walks on the grounds of the hotel and visited the dog park which wasn't too very far away.
And Tuesday late afternoon, finally home again with all new cabinetry and flooring and freshly painted walls. Same ole' address but new insides...and now the fun begins. Just a few boxes left to unpack and then it's all about finding/creating a place to put things. The bulk of my belongings is craft supplies and tools. My bedroom is now my craft room. Leaving a small space for the new twin bed, I've managed to create my new craft space. The challenge now is organizing all the supplies.
Surviving a forced move is no easy task. How was it a forced move? Well, let me tell you all about it! My apartment complex, a senior citizen complex was purchased by a new owner. The new owner then sold it to a new owner who opened up our complex to families and re-established the complex as a low income apartment complex. Within a year the plans to renovate each apartment became a reality and notices began to show up on the clip outside each apartment door. The notices were instructions and procedures for each resident on when and how their individual move out of their apartment would be made.
According to the notices each resident was responsible for packing up all their belongings in their current apartment. At a scheduled time and date the belongings would be moved from their apartment into a pod set on the premises of the complex. The resident would vacate the apartment every day between 7:30am-5:30pm every evening for 11 days (not including weekends). The resident would be allowed to sleep on a mattress on the floor with a chair, lamp, tv and a tub with their belongings. $350 in gift cards would be given for food. When move-in day came the resident's belongings would be moved back into their apartment from the storage pod.
As you might imagine there was such an uproar by the residents that many were put up in a hotel rather than sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Our oldest resident is 92. One of the local TV stations carried a story about the apartment complex renovation project just a few evenings ago. I'm pretty sure this will be an ongoing story for a while anyway. Check out KCBD 11 Lubbock TX on Southstead Apartment Renovation Project 2-24-24 or there a bouts. There's way more to the story as the residents move back into their apartments only to find poor workmanship and the ongoing interruptions as work continues daily.
Life goes on in my little corner. Milo and I refuse to be disgruntled about how we've been treated. There are lots of residence that are much more between a rock and a hard place over this forced move than me. We've lost a lot of our neighbors because of the manor in which things are panning out as we go along. We are going to be ok...
I remain, Judy, writing to you this evening from my tiny little alcove of my bedroom. Milo is curled up beside me but not snoring...yet. It's a new perspective of my world and I'm up for the changes and getting to invent new things and ways in my apartment. The pear trees are blooming in Lubbock. Beautiful. God bless everyone...
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