When Dallin showed up, he was not thrilled.  There were many things not complete or outright wrong with the place, despite the fact that we were paying fat backs for it (e.g. Internet cables cut, no towel or TP racks, dented oven, no waterproof floor or waterproof exterior walls for the laundry room, no closet doors, no blinds, incomplete kitchen wall tiling and no microwave to cover it, etc. etc.). He immediately sent an email of the many things he expected to be finished if we were going to stay, but the landlord took several days to answer the phone calls of the management company.  Even after he finally responded, he didn't seem to take our requests seriously, as he waited almost two weeks to send anyone to do the first things. By that time we had already struck a deal with the management company to sever our contract without penalty.  Since we hadn't realized from the ad that the online photos were actually of the twin duplex, we couldn't have known that the place wasn't completed. When we convinced them to let our friends come see it the week we were supposed to move in, we couldn't know what the state of the place would be because there was no appliances, no counters or cupboards, no tile, no carpet, no paint, etc. 

We searched like mad and finally found an apartment that fit our needs. It was the same cost but had a dishwasher, microwave, washer and dryer, was bigger, and was in a much nicer neighborhood.  The only downside was the lack of an accessible backyard, but that was something we were OK to give up. So within two weeks we moved again!

We were finally established.  My mom's friends insisted that I put together a registry to start restocking my new place, which I was very grateful for.  Now, with a cute new place, new furniture, and new kitchen trinkets to replace the ones I lost in the fire, I finally feel relaxed. I have finally started to move on from the fire because my life, at last, feels stable.