Dkersten - what did you expect? You'd have to put a gun to my head to get me back into an apartment.
I have to admit I expected the internet to at least have an ethernet cable I could attach my router to. And I expected the manager to actually do things they promised, like getting us keys, adding us to the call box, and getting us our welcome packet before we moved in. Last night my daughter went out with friends and she doesn't have a key yet. Her phone died just as she got home and since we are not in the call box yet, she couldn't ring up to our apartment so she was standing out in the rain for 45 minutes until someone came along and opened the door.
As for the small space, I will get used to it, but damn, I walk 6 steps to get anywhere in the apartment, and it's freakin' weird. Walls are like thin paper, and the appliances are all loud as hell. The washer sounds like a klaxon alarm going off when it is washing, the dishwasher could wake the dead, and even the microwave could be heard down the block. It is amazing how crappy builder grade stuff is. Even the toilet couldn't flush a hair if it isn't dead center in the water. The water saving screens they put on the faucets mean I have to run the water 5x longer just to rinse a toothbrush, and I can't figure out how to replace them because there is some security ring over the screen.
Despite my hatred of this lifestyle, I am 99% settled in. The old house is 99.9% empty now, with one junk drawer and a couple cleaning supplies left to go pick up. Walking through the empty house makes it feel a lot less like home, which helps. It is still going to be weird when I close on Friday and it is no longer mine. Regardless of how I feel about things, I keep doing what I always do and keep moving forward. It is amazing what you can accomplish when you just keep moving forward and not stopping and not looking back (at least for too long, lol). Even the most insurmountable tasks get done before you realize how much progress you made. Eye on the prize...