Have you ever felt that warm and fuzzy feeling that you get when you walk into your first apartment?

Knowing that you’ve lived in plenty of apartments before, but they were all owned by relatives, or employers. That this one was yours. You’d just signed the paperwork, and been handed your keys that morning. And now, here it is. Empty, and a little musty at the moment, but yours.

I’ve had that feeling.

Oh, and that feeling when you try to get out of the apartment a few minutes later, and realized that the door lock was broken, and you were trapped inside?

Yeah, I’ve had that feeling too.

….and that feeling of climbing out the window, standing on the little ledge between the pane of glass and the steel bars outside it, waving your arms frantically screaming “SECURITYYYYY! HEEEEEEELP! COME TO ROOM 402!!!!!”…?

Who hasn’t felt that?

….oh, and then the feeling of having security stare blankly at you from the ground because they don’t speak the English? And eventually having them come up to the room only to ring the doorbell and wonder why you don’t answer? The feeling of being trapped in your empty new apartment for around 35 minutes until 5 security guards and your broker bash the door open while you try to pull and get beaned in the face by the door….?

Yeah, me too.

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