I love Chinese food, and I used to think I could eat it every day until I moved into an apartment that was right across the street from a Chinese restaurant.
The smell of frying chicken, pork, and shrimp was starting to gag me.
I thought I could feel the grease on my skin, even though I was at least 100 yards from the place. I was glad I had only signed a three-month lease, and positive the Chinese restaurant was the reason for offering such short-term leases. When my lease was coming up for renewal, I called the landlord and gave him my notice. I wasn’t going to sign another lease, and I was giving him the requested one-month notice. He wasn’t happy with me and told me I would need to pay another month’s rent, since that would put me one day over the lease, and I refused. I said I would be out in time. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go, but I didn’t want to spend the summer in that apartment. I had already gone without heating, and I would not go without air conditioning when summer started. I was talking to my girlfriend who told me I could stay with her until I found another apartment. I had spent a lot of time at her place, and the HVAC system was excellent. The only thing she complained about was how much noise the pipes made when the heat first turned on. As long as I was living with her, I thought I could convince her to let me move, and maybe we could be a permanent couple.