I had visited Middle Tennessee about four times before moving down and staying for the fifth time. I haven’t had the opportunity to write because of internet access and trying to settle in. So the dates are in chronological order below.
The second visit and travel was for my potential job. I had applied and interviewed with staff. I had waited in the lobby for over an hour before I was seen.
My third time was for a second interview with the second shift supervisor three days later. In which that lasted a few minutes and was headed back to Louisville that night.
The fourth was just as crazy. I was sort of risking the chance of finding my place to live with little response from the owner. I had thought there could be a better chance of catching him on a Saturday at home. I was all packed up and ready to move in. I had an approximate address or location. There was a little mishap before I left Louisville. I missed one of my exits and was headed toward Simpsonville via I-64 before turning around. There were a lot of miles before I got on track. It was dark when I arrived by 6 or 7pm. Of course I didn’t find my destination and was headed back to Louisville very disappointed and down.
I was running out of options of finding a place. I ended up finding one townhome where I could rent an upper level. The owner was hard to understand. Her English was very minimal. Hello and yes was mostly what I would receive. Her listing agent had me call her one evening. The first call I was told to call her back the next day. I think I explained I would come check it out and possibly move immediately. I believe I called her that next day on Tuesday and she said she was at the location then and now. I told her it would be a few hours since I was coming from Louisville. She said that would be fine. So, on Tuesday, October 7, I had left Louisville once again. I called her when I was about to enter Nashville. She said she was at work on the job. Little did I understand about her business then. There was no way I was going back. I thought I would just find the location and wait while hanging around the area. So I did.
When I arrived there were two gay guys living beside the same unit. They had recommended that the owner, Cindy was not a very good landlord and advised me not to move there. Of course I didn’t oblige. I was waiting around the area and starting to worry what would happen. If things didn’t work out, perhaps I would stay at a motel that night. I needed a plan. After her job, she arrived. She is Chinese and owns two massage therapy offices. She first showed me a unit that was not advertised but within the same location. She wanted to sell the whole place to me which included the lower and upper floors. The other unit next to the two guys was dirty and didn’t have a modern day kitchen.
The unit in which I chose is the first one shown to me. It is upper level with her business below me. I have a huge room and private bathroom with a shared kitchen. She would occasionally use the kitchen for her business preparing herbs and such for her clients. She also has another office at another location. She was in such a rush because she had another customer appointment waiting at the other location. I had paid her cash for rent and deposit with no receipt at first. The other little surprise was that her daughter was staying there also where I was going to be, upper level room. Cindy told me she was in the process of moving out. Some of her stuff was still around. Just before Cindy left, her daughter was then here in the room getting the rest of her stuff with her boyfriend. Her daughter speaks better English. Her dog had also pooped in my room. As of now, Cindy’s daughter is staying downstairs. So she is using the kitchen as well. I knew that I was slowly going to get settled in. The next day I was locked out from my place. I had no key. I had to wait again. I eventually got a key that was used only for the main entrance door. I didn’t have one for my room. So I have to keep that unlocked when I leave. I noticed they like to have doors and windows open much of the time. That way air and mosquitoes can come in. There is no screen for the windows. One day it was raining much of the day and when I came home, the whole kitchen floor was flooded. I cleaned it up after telling Cindy’s daughter about the window. I would close it and she would open it back up. I take it upon myself to clean and maintain certain things. I sweep the kitchen and provide a towel for letting dishware dry on, etc. I worked on the main entrance door for closing properly because it wasn’t aligned and they would frequently slam it so it closed. I put a sign on my room door stating “Please do not enter room, 502-802-1636”. One day Cindy had come in and opened one of my windows. I don’t like people snooping around my private room. She is my landlord but I also paid for this. Another time which less bothered me, was when she showing the place to potential buyers and opened my door to my room twice while I was there. One customer said, “Oh, I didn’t know someone was living here”. Another, “Okay”, like I don’t need to bother him. I should say I like Cindy though. It’s just the little annoyances one puts up with.
Click here for video link of my Room.
I find stuff like this frequently.
When I first arrived in Nashville, I noticed how many foreigners lived here. I would rarely see white Americans. Read the following article from Wikipedia:
Because of its relatively low cost of living and large job market, Nashville has become a popular city for immigrants. Nashville’s foreign-born population more than tripled in size between 1990 and 2000, increasing from 12,662 to 39,596. The city’s largest immigrant groups include Mexicans, Kurds, Vietnamese, Laotians, Cambodians, Arabs, and Somalis call Nashville home, among other groups. There are also smaller communities of Pashtuns from Afghanistan and Pakistan concentrated primarily in Antioch. Nashville has the largest Kurdish community in the United States, numbering approximately 11,000. About 60,000 Bhutanese refugees are being admitted to the U.S. and some of them will resettle in Nashville. During the Iraqi election of 2005, Nashville was one of the few international locations where Iraqi expatriates could vote. The American Jewish community in Nashville dates back over 150 years, and numbered about 6,500 in 2001.
I had taken this photo while leaving my place. I find it interesting if we keep allowing muslims into our country, it could eventually lead into a transformation of the U.S.
I like gyros restaurants and after eating at one I noticed many others down the street. There are many businesses and churches in varying languages.
I may not have to mention this as well but I have witnessed some gay couples around. There is also a gay club in the area. One day at the bowling alley where I was watching some football on TV because I don’t currently have a working television, I was told by one guy I met that he was involved with a gay bowling league there. He invited me to join their group, but told me who they were in a nice way. He told me he would give away a free television to me as well. On a side note, I can be with them as a friend and witness to them about Christ, but how do you spend a short time with them and directly tell them how wrong homosexuality is. I learned through a sermon that you can become friends first to an unbeliever and eventually lead them to Christ.
Now with my job situation. After I had my second interview at Genco, I was having difficulty in getting responses and weeks had gone by till now. I was told that second shift had no other openings and my best bet would be for first shift. So I pursued other immediate jobs through staffing agencies. I worked at Standard Candy Co. that produces the Goo-Goo cluster. I currently am working for a logistics supply company for Dell. But I will have to search for my idea job in IT. That is one reason I came down here.
I had a little difficulty with getting my driver’s license and car tags updated. Tennessee state law requires it usually within thirty days after moving. There is also a VET (Vehicle Emissions Testing) before I can get a tag for my car. I failed that VET because of my ‘Check Engine’ remains on. I was told by my seller of the car to ignore it and there wasn’t anything wrong with it. I was previously told by other mechanics that it needed to be checked. For my driver’s license, I need several documents showing proof of address such as a lease in which I don’t have or utility bill. A bank statement with it stamped and notarized.
Forward to now. I have an interview set for a computer company in LaVergne. There seems to be a bit of delay here also, but the agency seems responsive. I have an interview now set for Wednesday, October 29.
I feel now that I will probably move from my rental place to my own place someday sooner than I had realized. It is starting to be annoying with the landlord and her daughter. I’m best off with just me and not sharing with strangers. I was under the impression that I would have my own room (at least) with private bathroom and kitchen that happens to be shared some. I noticed these last two days; Cindy has been using my bathroom and shower. She has a house elsewhere as well as a bathroom downstairs with shower. She is always running around in all directions leaving clothes in my sink and purse or cell phone lying around. I was getting ready to enter the bathroom when I noticed her clothes in the sink and water all over the floor. Why am I paying rent for?? I thought my adventure thus far was about over till this occurred. It’s been a year now since blogging and it seems life will continue to have its turbulences. I just thought maybe not too much. But I am in search of another place around where I’m at when possible. I could stay to see if she sells the place, but I don’t see any potential buyers for this.
PS: My interview went so-so. I’m now just waiting for the results. My current job is boring. Most times you just sit around.
I have visited several churches already as well.