So I'm in Atlanta relaxing at Jesse and Candy's, which is really, really nice. It's beautiful here, they have a gorgeous house, wonderful children and are basically just letting me "be." I'm starting to get anxious, though, that I'm not at home getting things "done."
The restoration company called my mom today and my bed is cleaned and ready to go. That is great news. The bad news? I have no place to put it. The apartment complex doesn't have a new place ready for me yet.
I checked in with the apartment complex this morning, asking about my "new" apartment, which, of course, isn't ready. It needs a new bathroom floor, and I asked, twice, for a new kitchen floor as well (my other apartment had new flooring EVERYWHERE.) Basically, I think they are blowing me off, and writing me off as a "princess" who wants everything "just so." Really, I just want it back the way it was. I think that is only fair.
So, we are now concerned that I will be charged to store my belongings as they are cleaned, since they are apparently supposed to be delivered immediately after cleaning. They put a rush on my bed so I wouldn't have to rent one, now it may end up costing me more, anyway.
Another cause for anxiety is that the cleaning and restoration has eaten up all but $5,100 of my insurance coverage. So everything that needs to be replaced needs to cost less than $5,100 or I just lose it. Needless to say, I will be increasing the insurance coverage as soon as I return home.
I'm beginning to wonder if I am able to go after the guy who started the fire (his insurance company, anyway) for the difference....my policy has coverage that kicks in if I cause a loss to someone else, maybe his does, too.
Ok I'm spent. I think I'm off for another nap.
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