Is This Karma????

It's been a long time since my last update.

We made the move from our house to a "town house" if you'd call it that.  But I'll touch more on that later.  I think that the moving process itself can make or break a marriage.  And we survived, but since we thought it was so much we decided to do it again in a couple of months.  Within the process I learned I'm more of a "delegator" and Jason is more a "doer", but be that as it may we managed to get most of our belongings into their respective locations.... barely.

We desperately needed interim housing that would accommodate our two dogs and let us rent month to month.  Those two factors really narrowed down our rental options.  We found an apartment that we thought would be fine, but by the time we committed to it they had already leased it.  They did say they would have a townhouse available at another one of their properties but we wouldn't be able to see it until the current renters moved out which would be AFTER we closed on our house.  We didn't have much of a choice so we put the deposit down and crossed our fingers.

We knew we would need to put a lot of stuff in storage, so were able to get a head start on that.  We got the last available of the biggest size they had.  We got the keys to our townhouse on a Friday.  The same day we needed to be out of the old house. I left work at noon and met Jason at the new place.  He was waiting at the front door with raised eyebrows.  I should have known then that would mark the start of the longest three months of my life.

I went inside and looked around.  At first I thought "holy crap, where are we gonna put all of our stuff?!" but then I thought "I can make this work for a short time" but then that changed to "I hate this place!!!!!!"

After that stunning review, we immediately called and rented ANOTHER storage building.  We had to move the rest of our stuff from the old house to storage and the townhouse.  But on top of that, we had to move boxes that had already been stored into another building so we could get all of our furniture into one and boxes in another one.

Upon further investigation of our new temporary home, it became more and more clear of how horrible it would turn out to be.  It was built in 1977.  There are no ceiling fans or light fixtures in any of the bedrooms or the living room.  The upstairs in like an inferno.  I had a little mini fan that I set on the floor in our bedroom.  It broke the second day we were there.  Luckily I made it to Dollar General right before they closed to buy another one.... which they had to find since they had just moved them since the weather was getting cooler.

There is one shower.  The drain clogs up EVERY.SINGLE.TIME I was my hair.  It reminds of the college dorm showers.  Standing ankle deep in dirty water.  The second day we were there I started one of the MANY loads of laundry that I had to do.  During the draining of water the part that goes into the wall was clogged and the water backed up and flooded the whole back part of the place.  The wall and sheet rock is all soggy and coming apart.  The maintenance people said they would repair the actual wall after we moved out since we don't really care what it looks like.

All of our furniture is in storage except the necessities.  We have our refrigerator here, but as luck would have it, it doesn't fit between the wall and the counter top, so it's plugged in and pulled out into the middle of the kitchen.  There is a one person walk way between it and the kitchen table that is pushed up against the wall.  And our couch blocks off half of the walk way into the kitchen.  Jason and I are sleeping butt cheek to butt cheek in a full sized bed.... which is TONS of fun since it's so damn hot in there!

All of our neighbors are in college.  Translation: Loud and Obnoxious.  The second night we were here, I was laying on the couch holding Elise while she was sleeping.  It was about 11pm when right outside our front door I heard some jackhole revving up his truck that had excruciatingly loud exhaust.  I looked at Jason....

"I don't think I've introduced myself to the neighbors.  Maybe I should do that now."
"Now???"
"Yeah, now.  As the neighbor that LIKES IT QUIET!"
"That's a good way to get your truck keyed."
"Shit."

I think I could deal with some of these things if this place was actually clean and didn't smell like Indian Food.  The stove didn't work when I tried to boil water and my dogs HATE it.  They keep trying to run out the door and jump back in the truck.  I can only imagine what else can happen.

Our contract close date on the new house is Jan. 21st.  I'm hoping that it's done BEFORE then... and BEFORE Christmas would be even better!