This is already a long story. And it’s going to get longer before I am done telling it. You know me. Drama is my middle name – or technically for my blog, it’s the last name. This is going to get complicated. I might as well start where most stories do: at the beginning.
December 13th was the one year anniversary of my mother’s death. It isn’t something I’ve talked about here before because it isn’t really something that I can put into words yet. That week was especially hard for me and then we got some bad news. Via email.
Our landlord had been approached by a developer who wanted to buy the house we are currently renting. He wanted to close and us to be out by January 31st, which gave us six weeks. Needless to say, we instantly went into panic mode. We have been in this house for four years and eight months with no intention of moving in the near future.
First, I thought about how much we love living here. Then I thought about all the time and money we have poured into remodeling and redecorating this house. In fact, we just redecorated Sniffles’ room for her birthday back in October. We planted trees, for goodness sakes!
Then I thought about how crappy it is to move. Back when we moved in, I announced that we were never moving again. (Hubby says that I’ve said that every time we moved.) Just making a list of how many places I have to change my address gives me a headache. The cost of transferring all the utilities and services isn’t going to be cheap. Don’t even get me started on the details of moving two small businesses! (Okay, moving online businesses isn’t that hard.)
I spent an unhealthy number of hours online, searching for rental houses that fit our needs:
- Three bedrooms, because making a nine-year-old girl share a room with her little brother is stinky.
- Preferably two bathrooms, because there is always a line.
- A garage or workshop for Hubby’s woodshop because making him give up his tools would be hard but making him close his business would be harder.
- Location within the zone of our current school, because transferring schools would be traumatizing on top of moving houses and the other schools in our district at not brag-worthy.
The results were not helpful. Nothing fit that description and the ones that came close were triple the rent. I started looking for another job. If two jobs are good, three is better, right? When I get upset, I get cynical. When I get cynical, I tend to get a bit silly too. About the time I got to this point, the landlord let us know that she had not heard from the developer in a week and the offer was canceled. Relief.
And then Christmas, which was a cheerful and welcome distraction. We had such a great vacation time that I completely forgot about everything else.
Then on Monday, the landlord texted that the sale was back on and we had until the end of February. I didn’t entirely believe her but anticipated the worst, just in case. Meanwhile, the router had gone out and I was unable to salve my anxiety by googling rentals. She came over on Wednesday to talk about our options, which were none.
We will be out by March 4th.
The developer will be bulldozing it shortly to build a multiplex. He must start very soon to be done by his August deadline. I believe he is also buying the neighbor’s house from another landlord. This sort of thing is really happening all over our neighborhood. Developers are buying up the vintage houses from the 40s, flattening the land and building multiplexes to house students from a nearby university.
So now I’m back on the house hunt. And maybe job hunt. Options look better for this round. Maybe fate was just giving me a break over the holiday because something better is coming up. Already I see optimism beating out cynicism just ahead.
To be continued…