Yesterday, we had some pretty disheartening news. We found out we won’t be able to renew the lease on our current house.
We are being forced to move again. For the fourth time in four years. It seems like life is just throwing us one thing right after another. As soon as I get comfortable and get in a groove, psyche! Here’s another curveball!
We were really hoping that this time, oh this time, we’d be able to camp out here for a few years. We don’t want to move. We love our house (most days). And we don’t mind the neighborhood.
I feel like I got punched in the gut. This new stress is beating down on me/us pretty hard. I spent most of my day going back and forth via email with our landlady and the owners trying to figure out if we’d even be able to stay through the duration of our lease.
And what do we do about the vegetable/herb garden we just planted? Do we need to disassemble and re-sod? Do we leave it? Do I try and transplant everything to pots that we can take with us? There is a couple hundred bucks and a few hours of labor and love down the toilet.
Are we going to be able to find another house that meets all of our needs in our price range? We have to have a fenced in yard. And a sliding glass door for Pip’s doggy door. And obviously it needs to be a pet friendly place. This is a non-negotiable. She’s our baby. (Yes, I’m one of those people.)
Do we take advantage of this to try to downsize and save money to pay shit off? Will we even be able to and still have a yard and not live in the ghetto? (Yes, there is actually a super sketchy part of town in Kitsap County.) Mostly I just pray we don’t have to increase our rent and/or utility costs to get a decent place.
We really should start working on getting rid of stuff. Purging. Organizing. Maybe even packing? And just hope we have somewhere to move to?
And let’s not get into the cost of moving and having to come up with another security deposit. There goes any savings that we had set aside for a trip later this year. Oh joy.
I hate house hunting. At least it is local this time and we don’t have to cross a span of water and cram as many viewings in as possible into our off Friday. Silver lining, right?
And I know we won’t be able to find anything like our house now. The skylights. The flooring. The vaulted ceiling. The red accent wall. Gas fireplace. Yoga room.
Oh yeah, and all of this is in the midst of an upcoming 2-week visit from my kid brother and training for my first half marathon. And coming off of a couple steep and unexpected bills. Oh the joys.
I make no promises about the next couple months of cooking and blogging. Right now, I feel like the life has been sucked out of me. I’m trying not to panic. It will all work out. It has to.
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