First we had to hit the credit union to draw up a cashier's check for his security desposit and first month's rent. Then it was off to the apartment house.
The very nice manager walked Sasha through the lease. It was three inches thick, and more complicated than any lease I've ever seen. It included three pages of provisions about mold, for example, and a separate clause that covered how to escape a fire. It was obviously written and added to by an enormous team of government lawyers over several years. All of this had to be read and signed and initialed.
At last Sasha had the keys and we hauled several loads up to the apartment. Thank heavens for the freight elevator!
To be honest, I was bracing myself for something substandard, even bad. But the place was very, very nice. It's a little one-bedroom place with an open living/dining area and a nicely-sized kitchen area. It sports large closets and a dishwasher. I wasn't expecting the latter! The carpets were new, as were all the appliances, and it had been freshly painted.
We basically dumped all Sasha's stuff into the middle of the floor and rushed away again so we could meet a wonderful friend of mine in Ypsilanti who was giving him an easy chair, some endtables, and a kitchen table. The easy chair is leather and definitely a guy's chair. The table fit perfectly into the eating area. Some other friends had donated a set of kitchen chairs to the cause, meaning Sasha has a place to sit and eat right off the bat. Excellent!
The Salvation Army store didn't have anything Sasha could use, so it was off to Ikea to fill in a few gaps, mostly a couple more lamps and some bathroom stuff. And a mattress. My mother and the various garage sales I'd visited supplied him with most of the kitchen stuff he needed.
The Ikea trip took a long, long time. We were getting kind of tired, but there was still more going. We grabbed a quick lunch and ran a couple of other places, including a used computer store to get him an inexpensive laptop and the Transit Authority to renew his bus pass and to Meijer for a blanket and a couple of other things Ikea didn't have.
By then it was supper time. We ate at a diner in Ypsi, then went Grocery Shopping. Sasha had nothing, of course, so we had to get him all the stuff that you only buy once a year, like mustard and medicine, and all the stuff you buy monthly, like coffee and sugar and toilet paper, and the stuff you buy weekly, like milk and bread and eggs. It was a long, long trip to the store, and we were both tired and crabby by this time, but we forged ahead!
Back at the apartment we unloaded yet again. It was after 8:00 by now. We tried to put his bed frame together and discovered the bolts I'd bought to replace the ones we'd had to cut apart to disassemble the thing last time were the wrong size. The frame is really old anyway, so later we'll have to get him a different frame. We got him set up with a place to sleep, then unpacked the kitchen and the bathroom so he'd have a functional place in the morning.
As a bonus, we discovered a building wifi network. Sasha doesn't need to pay for Internet! Awesome!
Toward the end, I could see that Sasha was a little uneasy about being left there. It's the first time he's ever lived alone. In Ukraine he lived with his family and then at the orphanage. Then he lived in America with his new family. Even at the shelter he was in shared sleeping quarters, with shared bathroom and laundry and eating facilities. He was never really by himself. Now, however, he's living alone for the first time.
I hugged him and left, worried again. I had to remind myself firmly that this is =his= place now. He has to figure stuff out. He'll make mistakes and hopefully learn from them. That's the way it works. And he does have help.