We had to bring her the tickets to the football game tomorrow. husband was going to go with her but said it's too cold and she said she would love to have them to go with a friend. Browns vs Steelers, long time rivals. Even though our team is horrible this year, that game is always sold out and promises to be very exciting.
Anyway I had never seen her apartment so I went along and OMG I could never live like that. It's on main road lined with three story brick apartment buildings that you can just imagine college students renting. It's a very old building with one of those very old style phones in the entryway to announce your arrival, doesn't work of course. Has a back staircase with an old time incinerator opening. So we climb up two sets of strairs in a very dark hallway and enter her apartment.
The first thing I notice is the overpowering smell of smoke. She showed us her room. She has it set up nice, but there was clutter all around. Bags and boxes all over with nothing in them. The kitchen is a disaster with dishes all over. Open cans of pop all over the apartment. Ashtrays overflowing. Christmas wrappings just strewn all over the apartment. Of course I started gathering together all the garbage and husband and I and difficult child all carried down loads of trash to the dumpster. I had brought a printer over that we had extra in the house so I downloaded the software and we left.
husband reminded me that she probably doesn't mind it half as much as we did. It's dark and messy and stinky but it's clean, not filthy, just messy, and it's a lot better than a lot of places she lived in the past two years.
I came home and was never so happy to get back to my house. I felt a little sad as I left her for what she gave up but I have to remind myself that she is sober and seems well. I am not going to go take a shower to try to get rid of the smoke in my system.
Nancy
Anyway I had never seen her apartment so I went along and OMG I could never live like that. It's on main road lined with three story brick apartment buildings that you can just imagine college students renting. It's a very old building with one of those very old style phones in the entryway to announce your arrival, doesn't work of course. Has a back staircase with an old time incinerator opening. So we climb up two sets of strairs in a very dark hallway and enter her apartment.
The first thing I notice is the overpowering smell of smoke. She showed us her room. She has it set up nice, but there was clutter all around. Bags and boxes all over with nothing in them. The kitchen is a disaster with dishes all over. Open cans of pop all over the apartment. Ashtrays overflowing. Christmas wrappings just strewn all over the apartment. Of course I started gathering together all the garbage and husband and I and difficult child all carried down loads of trash to the dumpster. I had brought a printer over that we had extra in the house so I downloaded the software and we left.
husband reminded me that she probably doesn't mind it half as much as we did. It's dark and messy and stinky but it's clean, not filthy, just messy, and it's a lot better than a lot of places she lived in the past two years.
I came home and was never so happy to get back to my house. I felt a little sad as I left her for what she gave up but I have to remind myself that she is sober and seems well. I am not going to go take a shower to try to get rid of the smoke in my system.
Nancy