Relocation

My landlord forced me to move out of my apartment. Before he told me this, he had already found a new apartment for me to move into right away. When I first visited it, a bunch of friends came with me. The place was still furnished from the former tenants- an old couple who had both just died. The place was a mess. It was on the 3rd floor of a building and had huge, east-facing windows in the living room and bedroom (despite the bedroom being just on the other side of the elevator to get upstairs). It was all dark woodwork, 80's style. The rent was only $10 more per month than my current rent, so that was ok, but tv wasn't included.... I mean, not even network tv... but that wasn't a big deal, because I don't watch tv anyway. I was excited about the building I would be living in, because outside my door, you could see all the way down to the lobby (like a balcony) and there were several neon-rainbow-colored grand pianos down there! I was hoping I would get to play them. Shortly after getting there, I had a knock on the door- it was the police. I told them I was the only one there (because my friends were all convicts).