We couldn’t find its origin and I was feeling kind of spooked. The day I received an email from Nancy Lucas, founder of the L.A.-based company, Creative Home Healing, I had woken up to a large puddle in my kitchen. But call it a creepy former tenant placebo: Things have always felt off to me.
Today, of course, the space is beautiful and clean. The air was stagnant, and particle dust clung to every surface no matter how much I dusted and vacuumed. We moved in on one of the hottest days of summer, while the kitchen was still a construction zone. My fiancé and I spent the summer plastering and painting walls, updating the bathroom and completely gut-renovating the kitchen. Needless to say, the space needed a refresh. Late last August, I moved into an apartment owned by my parents-so I’d already heard about the prior roster of tenants: the NYU grad students who woke up the whole block with their S&M escapades the verbally-abusive father whose children left satanical “murals” all over the walls. But unfortunately, I didn’t have that luxury. Lesson learned: Ignorance is bliss when it comes to knowing who lived in your home before you did.
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