Have you ever moved? If not, you are a very lucky person. I have moved a few times. Since Hubby and I have lived together we’ve moved a few times more. We are coming up on our 4th move in just over two years. I honestly thought we would be living in this house for a little while longer, it was a blow I wasn’t expecting.
Here’s what happened:
The Call: A few days before our family from Nova Scotia left, I got a call from our landlord’s wife. If getting a call from her wasn’t weird enough as I’d never spoken to her, she started asking me what our plans were regarding living here. I was honest: I had no plans to leave if that was okay with her?
The Blow: They had decided to sell. When we looked at this house, I specify asked if they planned to sell and I was told no, so I kinda panicked and blanked out.
The Reality: We had three months left in our lease, perfect time for them to decide to sell. Also the basement had just be reno’ed, you know, that I had to live through and deal with.
Reality #2: We can’t afford to buy a place in what was going to be Austin’s school district because we’re living in oil country. So we’re going else where. Hubby will have to commute and I’ll have to adjust to not having all the convinces of living in a big town/small city. You know, if this house is even worth buying.
One thing we have noticed since that horrible call: most houses that we up for rent a year ago are on the market right now. The market is moving so everyone is trying to cash in on it.
Stress, needless to say, is piling up. At the waddling pool we had to leave earlier than I had planned because I felt sick to my stomach. Sick due to my stomach from stressing about it all.
This is why I’ve been MIA this week, with the exception of Monday’s post (that was scheduled) and for some Tweets. I’m talking to realtors, landlords, and trying to make the last few weeks of summer fun for my girls, hoping our stress isn’t stressing them out.