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N A I A R I Barbican Heights July 17
I'm finally going apartment viewing today, I had to put it off the first time because of the hurricane. But yeah, I'm ready now.
Looking at the time on my phone, I realize that I'm going to be late so I quickly pack up my products and tools and then I take my waist trainer off and change into a more appropriate blouse.
As soon as I'm finished, I pick up my handbag, checking to make sure everything is inside of it, my purse, important documents, the blicky and my lipgloss.
Sliding my foot into my black Tory Burch sandal that matches my handbag, I pick up my keys and hurry out of the room, going downstairs.
When I'm inside my car, I make sure to turn my music on before driving off. I check the time again, I think I can make it on time but I need to stop at the gas station.
Tapping my finger on the steering, I hum along to the song that's playing.
I pull into the gas station, taking the first available pump. After paying and getting my tank filled up, I drive off. Gas expensive nuh bloodclaat!
With the music still playing softly in the background, I drive off, keeping an eye on the time. The realtor texted me earlier to confirm the meet-up spot, and I'm still cutting it close. I don't want to show up too late; I hate first impressions like that.
The realtor, Mr. Collins, is waiting at the entrance of the first apartment complex when I arrive. It's in New Kingston, a decent area. The complex is gated, which is a plus, but it feels a little too crowded. The security guard waves me through after checking my name, and I park near the entrance.
As I step out of my car, Mr. Collins approaches with a bright smile and a clipboard in hand. "Good afternoon, Ms. Samuels. Ready for today?"
I nod, adjusting my handbag on my shoulder. "Yup. Let's see what you've got for me."
The first apartment is a two-bedroom, two-bathroom unit on the third floor. We ride the elevator up, and the scent of fresh paint hits me when we step out into the hallway. The door creaks slightly as Mr. Collins opens it, and I step inside.
Mi nuh like noisy door enuh.
The living room is open and bright, thanks to the large windows that overlook the city. I like the space here, especially the natural light, but the floor tiles... they're off-white, with a weird glossy finish that makes the whole place feel cold.
The kitchen is modern, sleek even, with stainless steel appliances, but the counter space is limited. I can already picture my products and tools cluttering every inch.
