Yesterday I bought a refrigerator for my apartment. Well, I ordered one anyway. It will arrive at the store and then be delivered to my apartment a week from now.
I hate the refrigerator that I currently have. Things freeze in the refrigerator as well as the freezer. It has those racks instead of solid shelves.
Every time I put a drink in the fridge I have to surround it with heavier items so it doesn’t tip over on those ridiculous racks.
I don’t know who on earth thought racks would be effective as shelves for food and beverages and began the trend of putting them in refrigerators, but they just don’t work for me.
The maintenance man installed a brand new dishwasher in my kitchen on Tuesday, just an hour or so after my daughter finished painting.
I wouldn’t have purchased the dishwasher because it’s built in and not something you could conceivably take with you should you move. But a refrigerator is another matter entirely.
I walked into a local appliance store instead of one of the big box stores.
It was nice and quiet in there, unlike a Lowes or Home Depot. I told the guy I wanted a white Whirlpool refrigerator. It had to have solid plastic shelves and a handle on the door.
I had the measurements written down. I’d done at least a week of research on refrigerators and product ratings and store ratings and all that.
The refrigerator I currently have now doesn’t have a door handle. In fact most of the ones he showed me in the required size didn’t have handles. I insisted on a handle and told him it was not negotiable.
I don’t know why the smaller ones often don’t have handles. I guess because these are smaller type refrigerators that are commonly placed in apartments, and I guess no one wants to pay for the darned handle.
The debacle Monday when I dropped the three bean salad and had broken glass mixed with three bean salad all over the kitchen floor while Ivy and Charlie looked on was the final straw for me. I need a door handle.
You wouldn’t think of not putting a knob on a door, would you?
Yes, I’m spending money that I will never get back should I move. Like redoing the counter tops and painting and adding the peel and stick subway tiles.
But I doubt I’m going to move. I’m pretty settled in here. It’s quiet where I live. I have no one above or below me. I like my next door neighbor. We’ve even gone to lunch a couple of times. And the price and location is right.
I’m at the point in my life where I don’t want the upkeep of a house, owned or rented. I don’t want to deal with yard work. I can’t do steps because of my ankle. And that includes porch steps.
As you know I recently learned that my dream condos have steep indoor steps. So I had to let go of that “maybe one day home.” The places I can live are rather limited.
Life is short and as mercurial as a thunder storm. You don’t know what will happen tomorrow.
If you rent your home, hate the refrigerator or whatever that came with your lease and you can afford to buy something else of your own choosing, then I say go right ahead.
You don’t have to wait for that “someday” house. Learn to live in the here and now. Because that’s really all any of us have. Tomorrows are not in any way guaranteed.
For whatever reason that someday home may never materialize.
You need to embrace your home, wherever it may be, and fix it up as desired within the limits of your rental contract and the depths of your pocket book.
Go to Pinterest, put rental decor ideas or DIYs or something similar in Search and you will find many ideas for fixing up your rental home.
Who wants to walk in the door and be faced with a home you don’t truly love? To be surrounded by walls you despise?
Learn to live in the here and now.
Because you really, really need to love the place that you call home.