I bought my first condo a few months ago after deciding not to “throw my money away” anymore on an apartment. It totally made sense at the time. Pay $1100 for a safe one bedroom somewhere near downtown Atlanta and not listen to drunk college aged kids in the parking lot, or pay way less for a safe two bedroom somewhere near downtown Atlanta and not listen to drunk college aged kids in the parking lot. Owning a condo= paying less monthly and still winning.
So now I own a condo, which does have two bedrooms and the condo complex is also full of middle aged people, which is right up my alley. They never get drunk and hang out in the parking lot. Just how I like it.
Fast forward 20 days into my homeownership. (Quick background- my condo was remodeled completely before I moved in.) The grout around my shower seems darker than the grout elsewhere in my bathroom. Hmmmmm, I think, that’s odd. Fast forward 42 days into my homeownership. The wall just above the grout has split about two inches and feels, well, not damp, but “humid.” And it cracked in the middle of the wall, just under the faucet… Uuuuhh…
“Joooonnnn! Jon! My wall! Come look at it! It looks like it split! I think my shower really is leaking! What do I dooooo?!”
“I don’t know. Call your parents.”
Well, of course. I totally bought this house as a dry run. One day, I won’t live 35 minutes from my parents. One day, they’ll be even older and may not be able to help me with my shower. Better learn now while I have somebody to learn from, or else I’d have to figure all this homeowner crap out on my own.
Anyway, so that’s what I did. I called my parents and they both talked to me on the phone at the same time about exactly what I saw. They came over a few days later and told me that I was right, something was wet. Thanks guys. That’s exactly what I told you. But since they just “wanted to see it” and didn’t bring any supplies, my mom decided to come over to help me seal my grout and caulk all the corners in the shower (who doesn’t do that when they build a place?!) at a later date.
Fast foward 48 days into homeownership (also, who actually keeps track of the days? not me- don’t even know what day I closed anymore, but the numbers make this extra suspensful). My mom came over to help me with the shower, after crowding my bathroom with the dehumidifier and fan for the last three days and wiping the corners down with alcohol yesterday.
I’d love to say that my mom and I worked side by side to achieve optimum results, but that’s not what happened. Instead, my mom worked hard caulking my shower while my kitten tried to eat everything, and I laid on my bed studying ACLS (advanced cardiac life support- I’m a nurse) since I have to recert on Thursday and haven’t taken care of patients in two months. Back to the story… Mom decides to use white grout (in a tan shower) so she can see it. Cool. I just want my walls dry. And she tapes it, which she’s done before in her showers. We eat gluten free crackers and Laughing Cow, which I’m sure my mom loved, and then go to remove the tape so we can see this beautifully caulked shower.
“Ooooh… Ooooh no… Well that didn’t work like it normally does… Oooooh…”
Yep, it didn’t work. We were left with somewhat damp caulk stuck to the grout and that was it. White caulk, nonetheless. We spent quite some time scraping excess caulk off, filing down my nails on the grout, and reapplying (well, Mom reapplied) caulk. We decided sealing the tile and grout would have to wait since it was almost Mom’s bedtime (8pm!!!!). I’ll seal the tile later, probably only to find out I need to call a plumber because my pipe is actually what’s leaking, and then I’ll be out some couple of hundred dollars and still have white caulk in my tan shower… And then away Mom went, to her house with no leaky pipes or leaky showers…
And here I am, left drinking wine, sitting next to a man playing on his phone that tells me to call my parents when issues arise in my condo, wondering why the f’ did I buy a condo again?!?!