At the beginning of this month I managed to find a room to rent in the city. I'd been out in a small village for the greater part of two years living with a high school friend and moved into town to be closer to my ladyfriend. I've been rocking on steemit and doing the self employed web developer and programmer thing and done a fair amount of work with Bitcoin and other crypto currencies and various computer systems. Moving into the city to cut operating costs and set up in a larger population center is a good move for me.

While I was thrilled to find a place to rent once I'd gotten moved into this place over the past week I've realized this simply isn't a place I can work or live. The person I moved in with has far to many animals that aren't being shown proper treatment or care of, it's been a seemingly endless parade of strange dudes in the house each night / morning and to finally top it all off the champion she brought home last night from lord knows where just ralphed all over the bathroom.

If a House Smells Heavily of Cleaning Products When They Show it to You, Be Weary, Very Very Weary

They are likely trying to cover up the fact that once the cleaning chemicals settle the entire place reeks like a pissed in pet shop. While I'm not saying animals don't have odours and I knew full well there were animals living here before I moved in the smell between the cat litterbox sitting there smelling unwashed, the rabbit cage not being properly cleaned and the dogs not being taken outside often enough resulting in them pissing and shitting in the house I simply can't take it.

The main living area smells basically almost exactly like a petshop (piss) and I've basically been holed up in my room the past 2-3 days with a sweater blocking the bottom of the door so I don't have to smell my roommates bad decision making. I think the worst part is she keeps the house really clean otherwise but had she not masked the scent so heavily with cleaning products when I came to look at the place I would not have been inclined to take it.

2 dogs, a cat (and it's litter-box), a bunny in a small cage, 2 budgies and 2 possibly 3 people in this small space is simply too much given the lack of adequate care taken to ensure the space doesn't stink like animal excrement. I believe there are actually by-laws in place against this sort of thing but frankly the roommate already has enough problems going on.

Be Polite, Offer to Take Dogs Out... Nope

When I inquired about taking the dogs out on a leash to let them have a piss outside rather than on the floor of the main area or in her room she locks them up in she told me she could do it.. Then something about a possessive disorder. I accept and try to understand all sorts of mental illness / disorders but I cannot for the life of me understand "my dogs must suffer and shit all over the house because they are mine".

I've owned dogs in the past and know the bond between dog and owner.. But that's a wee bit fucked up that she chooses to have the dogs locked up or ignored in the house and defecating everywhere rather than let them out, take proper care of them, or allow me to at least give her a hand in doing so.

I Understand Loneliness, But it's Been Almost a New Dude Every Day.. A Bit Excessive By My Standard.

Don't get me wrong, Back in my younger years I wasn't one for monogamy in the slightest but never have I seen for lack of a better term "revolving door" of dudes in and out of one chick that I've ever had to live with ever. Now I've got no problem with people getting laid! Sex is great and if you choose to have multiple sex partners that's cool too..

But when I wake up in the morning and there is shit knocked off the walls and puke all over the bathroom because you decided to bring home prince charming who was clearly way to fucking drunk to consent I start to question not only the morals of the new roommate but also the safety of myself and my belongings.

Needless to say but I'll say it anyways, You don't find love in a bar. And you certainly don't find it by having sex with any man that will toss you a bone or talk to you nicely for a bit.

With That.. I'm Back Looking For A Place

While part of me is downright disgusted at the way this move ended up turning out at the very least most of my possessions are now in town save a dresser and a few boxes and I've got a friend with a small truck I can always get a hold of if I need to move things.

Trying to stay positive and keep my head up, It's kind of just a crappy situation all around to be fair. But as I've stated before if you see a problem and do nothing about the problem you are part of the problem. Time to get going to ensure my future happiness. Wish me luck!

Goal is to find a new place and move out by the 14th of January and get half my rent back.

If all goes well only another week in the petshop... Then on to something better hopefully.