We dragged our newly minted college graduate and 2nd Lt. home on August 11, only to leave early the next morning with our daughter for the six hour trek to Lubbock and Texas Tech.
This is a brand new apartment complex, nestled between the Overton Hotel on one side, and the football stadium on the other. Originally, the residents were told they wouldn't be able to move in until August 25, TWO DAYS before school starts. You can bet there were a ton of complaints from the prospective residents, not to mention the parents who co-signed the leases. Management was apologetic but adamant: no one could move in until inspections were completed, and the place approved for human habitation.
This schedule presented one hell of a headache, because our sorority girl had to report back to Lubbock TWO WEEKS before school started. While I beat my chest and whined, Paige made arrangements to stay with a Zeta sister who has a house somewhere near the Tech campus. I was not happy with the idea of her sleeping on someone's grungy floor for two weeks, but my husband liked the idea of shelling out major moolah for a two week hotel stay even less, so the floor won.
The old travel adage to "take twice the money and half the clothes" has never applied to me; I'm the kind of person who will pack six pairs of underwear for an overnight stay. So the next hurdle was to figure out what to take for the two week "layover"; we had to cover the essentials without overwhelming her hostess, who, I'm sure, was probably strapped for space, house or no. By the time we packed a deflated air mattress, bedding for the air mattress, a pillow, towels, and the required clothing and shoes for the rush week parties, we had enough luggage to outfit a camel caravan in the desert. I was toying with the idea of emailing the rush chair to say my daughter had contracted a case of the West Nile virus, so sorry, when a miracle happened: the apartment complex announced on their Facebook page that they would be ready for move-in on August 11. This was fantastic news because it meant that we could move her all in one go, and not in two parts as we'd originally planned.
We trundled into Lubbock on Sunday afternoon. Fortunately, the three roommates were occupied with sorority business, so we had the apartment to ourselves for a couple of hours, while we hauled Paige's belongings from the cars to the third floor. My husband flew home to Dallas that night, but I stayed through Monday to put the finishing touches on her room and bath. After the horrors of living in Chitwood Hall (give you three guesses what the kids REALLY call it) it was so nice to have a brand-spanking-new place; even so, there are things I would change about it.
For one, the nice big closet has no place to hang long clothes; there is a bottom shelf that runs the entire length of the closet, maybe 40" or so from the floor. I desperately wanted to use wire cutters on the thing to carve out some real hanging space for the extra long dresses, but my husband refused to consider such vandalism. For another, no desk drawer, and no drawer in the nightstand. Considering that the complex is owned by a company whose business is renting to students, you'd think they'd maximize the storage space wherever possible. Also, the only towel rack in the bathroom is between the toilet and the overhead cabinet, which means her bath towel has to be doubled up to hang; no way in heck it will dry efficiently when bunched up like that. I tell you, if I ruled the world...
On Monday, I went shopping...again. I bought an over-the-door canvas shoe holder to store accessories and free up the limited drawer space. I also purchased (they were on sale) two green vinyl ottomans that can double as storage cubes, and placed these at the foot of the bed. Fortunately, the bed rides high and we were able to shove four large bins underneath for more storage. All in all, I was happy with the way it turned out. It looked very pretty when I left; no telling what shape it's in now.
Hopefully this will be the last move into, out of, or around Lubbock until graduation. In the meantime, sweetie, if you are reading this, don't forget to clean out the lint trap in the dryer.
P. S. If you click on "Moving" (Categories) on the right, you can compare the freshman year room to the sophomore year room. Big difference!
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