Deer in the City

Day One: There's No City Liked By Me

Day One

11:45 AM

If there's anything I like, it's definitely not the city. The city is too large of a place to be, too crowded, and way too busy. When I'm in the city, I'm like a deer in headlights: scared and refusing to move anywhere else, remaining where I was before any of this ever happened.

I moved to the city because my new job required me to get to its office by a specific time unless I wanted to be late, but who wants to be late for their job? Not me, so I moved to this crazy place into an apartment close to the office of Write is Right*, the company I work for.

Write is Right is a company that specializes in writing with coworkers as a group of authors on a specific website, WriteRight.com, which is also an app called WriteRight on. How cool is that? If you don't like writing, I guess it's not as exciting as it was for me.

Like I said, if there's anything I like, it's definitely NOT the city. This city is HUGE! It has skyscrapers, office buildings, hospitals, police stations, one airport, businesses, grocery stores, furniture stores, hardware stores, gyms, gas stations, malls, a bus stop, a taxi stop area, two parks, a fountain, a town hall, a few courthouses, fire stations, apartments, restaurants, construction work areas, factories, diners, hotels, schools, car rentals, aquariums, museums, libraries, and SO many more buildings and places to go! It even has FOUR movie theaters and TWO play theatres!

All in all, even though I'm amazed by the amount of buildings, I'm still not happy with where I live now. First, I live in an apartment. Second, the apartment I live in is ruddy and old, not to mention it is in need of SERIOUS repair. It needs MAJOR work done on it.

The carpet is stained with what I can only assume is alcohol, and the only couch in the living room (a plain white fabric one) has claw marks as if a cat hated it so much that it felt as though the couch HAD to be destroyed!

Moving on, the kitchen has pieces of broken plates in the cracks of the tiled floor. (I knew that, but only because I stepped on one before and had to clean a cut on my big toe.)

The bedroom I sleep in has a pee-stain on the bed where the pillow is (P.S. It's a one-person bed) and the closet is full of crumpled-up bills and letters from the bank, telling whoever lived here before me to pay up or they leave the apartment for good.

But the worst part about my apartment is the bathroom. Oh, how I HATE the bathroom! The mirror is cracked on the bottom-left corner and the sink is covered in green mint toothpaste The toilet is full of crud and the bathtub's drain has cat hair in it! The showerhead may be the only clean thing in that apartment, but it's completely unusable because of the cat hair clogging up the shower drain!

After exploring my "five-star" apartment, I decided to speak with the apartment building's manager, so I headed out of the dusty doorway and slammed it on my way out.

*Note: Write is Right is a fictional company and is not affiliated with the real WriteRight app or website. The Write is Right company is entirely of the author's creation and coincidental with any website called WriteRight.com or the WriteRight app. Please also note that this story is entirely fictional and makes no connections whatsoever to real life websites, people, companies, apps, etc. This work is completely fictional.