Well, the past two days have been a total whirlwind.
I’d forgotten you see.
My oldest son returned from Florida, got a job, and immediately started working, and saving for his own place.
Now he has it.
However, I had forgotten the absurdities of getting your first apartment.
I pride myself on following traffic laws.
I’ve never gotten a ticket in all the time I’ve had a license.
The last two days put me closer than I ever want to be again to getting a ticket.
It started on Thursday, Aaron’s day off.
By a fluke…or ahem, psychic inspiration, I had recommended he call some numbers I had saved on a paper, and as I scrabbled to locate it.
Aaronhappened to call a number in the paper that advertised one bedroom apartments for rent.
It was the same number that I was scrabbling for, and eventually found.
Turns out they had one apartment left, and if we got there, we could have to keys to go have a look see.
So off we set.
Our original goal had been just taking him to deposit a check in the bank (he doesn’t have a drivers license).
Our goal changed significantly.
We got to the realtors office, got the keys, went to the apartment.
However, I am geographically handicapped.
So we literally roamed the same street for ten minutes until I located the right complex.
Aaron, proudly brandishing the key, opened up.
It is open, spacious, and when we opened a large closet to see a washer and dryer.
We did a happy dance together and hugged one another, laughing.
We roamed further, dishwasher, large bedroom, nicely sized bathroom.
Sure, it reeked of smoke, and the carpet was a little stained.
But so far as Aaron and I were concerned, we’d hit the jackpot.
You see, Aaron has been walking three miles, as his Mother did before him, every single day, to work.
As we gazed out the front door of this apartment?
We could see his work from the front door.
So it was, crowing in triumph, we returned to the realtor, Aaron filling out applications, making out a check for his security deposit, and so on.
Turns out, we also had to get copies of police and sheriff’s reports, plus pick up copies of his pay stubs.
We had two hours.
It was necessary that he turn in all these items so that he would be able to be approved to get the apartment the next day.
I was a woman possessed, I assure you.
My husband Brian, always told me, if you want in a lane and there is heavy traffic, you signal and ease in, irregardless of the vehicles hurtling directly at you.
This was the first time I tried it, and honestly?
It worked beautifully.
We hit home first, Aaron running in the door, grabbing pay stubs, and running back out.
We frantically watched the clock and waxed enthusiastically about the details of Aaron’s First Apartment while en route to the police department.
I myself fidgeted uncontrollably while waiting for him to receive his clean record.
As he received his paperwork, I was up and walking for the door.
We hit the sheriff’s office right before it closed.
A moments work, forking over of cash, and we were out the door and gunning the engine right back to realtors.
After the paperwork was turned in, we were informed Aaron would find out in the morning if he was approved.
I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed for possibly the first time that day, having no idea that tomorrow would be much more taxing on my system.
I asked Aaron to let me know as SOON as he had word, so that I could pack up some extra things he’d need, so he didn’t have to buy them.
I received word at 10am.
Unfortunately, Aaron was working til 3pm.
I told him I would be waiting for him, so we could go and collect the keys.
I picked him up, and off we went, waxing again enthusiastically about the wonderful place he was going to have.
When we arrived at the realtors office, we were informed that Aaron needed to pay to transfer the name for his water and electric and present proof of this to realtor before getting his keys.
We had a hour and a half, and the offices for electric and water were literally across town from one another.
I was certain we could do it.
Little factoid about me…once kicked into gear, I am a force to be reckoned with.
So it was, we rocketed to the electric company.
Unfortunately, not only did Aaron not have his Social Security Number on him, but somehow my husband was in charge of the account, so initially I felt we were doomed before we began.
My husband being in charge of the account sucked, because if we didn’t cosign for Aaron, he was going to be hit with $190 deposit.
However, when informed of our situation, the lady kindly kicked things into high gear.
She spoke to my husband on the phone, and told me I could fax in the social security number and paperwork Brian would fill out to make our account a joint one, thereby waiving the $190 deposit Aaron otherwise would have paid.
I formulated the plan from thereon.
We would leap out of the van upon arriving home, Aaron would run get his social security number, Brian would fill out paperwork, I would be standing by the fax machine, ready to go.
We ran into a bit of difficulty when Aaron could not locate his social security card.
Minutes passed like hours until he located it, and, clutching Brian’s completed paperwork, I jammed both into the fax machine, hit send, verified it had sent, with Aaron holding his breath beside me.
We RAN up the stairs, into the van, booked it for the water company.
When we arrived, we had twenty minutes before the realtor’s office closed.
Again, the kindness and understanding of strangers is something never to be taken for granted.
After explaining our situation, the lovely lady behind the counter had us ready to go in seven minutes.
Upon receiving his paperwork, my oldest son literally shoved me ahead of him, screaming at me to run, run, RUN.
So I ran.
Gasping as I entered the vehicle and fired it up, I reminded him he should be thankful I had him young, so that I could still run.
Off we raced to the realtor’s office, arriving approximately five minutes before they closed.
We sat in a office while I went over the pages of his lease and explained everything in detail to him.
I showed him where to initial, what he was initialing for, where to sign, and what those signatures were for.
Lease completed, Aaron was holding the keys with a glazed look in his eyes as we walked wearily to the van.
When we returned home, Aaron exited the van and held the key high above his head in a timeless gesture of victory.
I myself was exhausted.
Every last bit of adrenaline I possessed had been used, so I was slumping quite literally.
We helped him move most of his possessions in his new place, as he wanted to spend the night there.
I will oversee his getting a bed and furniture delivered (on his own dime) this coming Tuesday.
All the anxiety, the forms, the chewing on knuckles in fear we might not make it.
What I have yet to do to assist him.
It was all worth it, to hear him say.
“Mom, none of this would have been possible without you. I cannot thank you enough, EVER, for all you have done to make this possible”
I think all Mother’s long to hear those words come out of their offspring’s mouths.
There is much yet to do.
But somehow, knowing he feels that way.
It’s all worth it.