We drove out from the ferry terminal to where we believed the apartment to be. Once we found it we looked around to see if anyone was around. There wasn't anyone.
Elise found the unit with the number we had been told open, empty, and lights on. Amy found keys in a kitchen drawer. So we moved in, left a message with the manager, and hope that we have the right apt.
On the way we paused at the downtown grocery store but it was already closing time. So after we unloaded a few items, Elise made her way to the larger one near the airport. We will be having some oven baked boxed pizza tonight. We noticed that we have to purchase a microwave oven. And curtains - or at least some butcher paper. Now I know everyone here knows what everyone else is doing, but we probably don't need to make it easier than is necessary.
The apartment is 2 bedrooms, and with nothing in it yet, it seems large enough, but I'm sure that once it is filled with all the stuff we had shipped, it will be packed wall to wall. The interior has a 70's or an 80's look to it.
There was a family from Idaho on the ferry with us through to Ketchikan. They had sold or given away everything except what fit into a cargo trailer that came along. Some friend they knew has a house on Prince of Wales Island that needs house sitting, so off they went. Compared to that what we're doing seems tame.
The apartment manager just got back in and stopped by, so yes! We are in the right place.
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