So my landlord has twice told Kevin he would get the next available apartment in my complex (4 units). Twice, he lied and put some little blonde girl in. The last one he put in, he completely reinvited the entire apartment to exactly what "she" wanted. He was fucking her....After spending almost 5 fucking months fixing up that apartment, for her, she is leaving. I guess they are no longer fucking!
She is out this weekend. And my Landlord called and told Kevin the apartment was his if he still wanted it. So, the past couple of weeks, he has been packing up his apartment and will move on his next days off.
I am very happy about this...but I am dreading his move.
Currently Kevin lives in a 3 bedroom, with 6 rooms. And his apartment is full of shit, every room is full to capacity and overflowing. You see, Kevin does not throw stuff away, he keeps everything, using "sentimental, and I might use it later" mentality. He is pretty much a hoarder. He has stuff from the early 90's that are no longer in use today (computer crap), cables, whatever just stuffed everywhere and he keeps it all. He has a hallway and complete bedroom of only Dallas Cowboy memorabilia and dustables...every closet he has is stuffed to the brim with junk.
As he has been packing, I try and tell him to downsize, get rid of all the crap..but this makes him angry....the apartment he is moving into has only 4 rooms, small kitchen with small dining area, living room, bedroom and bathroom. Thats it....it is half the size of where he is now, and his apartment is crammed packed....where does he think all his stuff is gonna go?
There are 4 storage units to this apartment.
Two of them are already full, one has my kayaks and tires, and his stuff, another is his "work space" with all his tools, a third is full of senseless junk that Kevin has brought home and is taking up space in a unit that is not "mine or his"...also he has his trailer here, which is also already full to the brim with more stuff....so where is he going to put all his "stuff"? If he crams all that shit into that very small apartment, I will not be able to go down there. Already I had a very hard time gong to his other apartment, because it was so dirty, cluttered and claustrophobic. It is impossible to keep a place clean, when there are piles and piles of crap everywhere. If he just transfers all his stuff into that tiny apartment, there will be no where to walk, it will not be relaxing and homey, it will be nothing but another storage place for him.
Kevin is very sentimental about stuff. He also has had to work very hard to get by, and he has kept things to use later, if he needs them. He is a dumpster diver, but I have seen him do amazing things with stuff that others are throwing out....and that is awesome...but there comes a time and a place, when you have to just get rid of shit, to update and declutter....Moving, is a great time to do that...but when I ask him about what he is throwing away or giving to good will, he just, basically shuts me up and tells me to mind my own business....He has an excuse to keep everything, all the time.
After he gets all his stuff moved into the apartment, there will be more boxes and furniture than that little apartment can handle....will he just use the last remaining storage unit to cram shit into and never look at or need again?
He is not going to be happy with this really small apartment, he is going to struggle as to where to put all his stuff....I see everything just being stacked up against a wall to the ceiling and never being unboxed. He has a box full of DVDs, when I said, take those to goodwill, he was like "I haven't seen some of them yet", my reply "you have a firestick, just look them up and watch them"...he didn't like that answer and I see that big box of useless DVDs moving here...and that is just the tip of the iceberg.
I am so happy and relieved that he is moving in downstairs, it will make it so much easier for both of us...but, if his new tiny apartment becomes just as cluttered and "out of control" as his bigger apartment, I will not be able to even go downstairs to visit, as it will be the same trigger...sigh
He constantly griped that I never went to his apartment...I told him why...but if his new apartment is as cluttered and dirty and unorganized and full of piles of shit, trash and useless items...it will be the same scenario...I will not be able to go inside and be comfortable and at ease....a chaotic home forces a chaotic trigger for me.
Obviously, Kevin and I have very different backgrounds and ways we were raised. I was raised military, where cleanliness and order were mandatory and enforced. He was not raised that way....he turns a blind eye to overflowing ash trays, dirty dishes stacked up, piles and piles of trash mail, hoards of wood, wires, and stuff people throw away as if that is okay.
That is not okay. That is lack of self control, self respect, and selfishness in regards to what visitors do not want to see.
I am not knocking Kevin, maybe his hoarding tendencies, but not him. This is who he is.
I will not be helping with the move....I will not be helping him unpack, because it will just stress me out "why do you need these? where are these going? etc...and really, he will not have room, and all the storage areas will become, junk closets for him....
He also has a couple of things that will just flat not fit. Wall space is limited because of smallness of the place...so much of his stuff has to go against or on a wall....what wall will that be??? haha
His move will be another test for me, and for him. I truly believe that if he would get rid of at least almost half of all his crap, everything just might fit comfortably and in a space that is appropriate for the tiny apartment. We will see....
I guess the adage is true, you can't train an old dog with new tricks...kevin is an old dog that keeps everything under the couch, stuffed in drawers and closets, stacked up against walls and boxes and shelves etc...I doubt he will ever learn the trick to declutter...ha!
So, let my anxiety and panic attacks begin.....
S
Tessa
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