Blindsided

Late Monday night, I was informed that an email had been received from the rental company we deal with regarding our house. Now, for those who have followed me for a while, you know I spent an entire month making a place livable then moved to the town I’m currently in. I wasn’t even there a year when we moved two houses down – to the exact same house layout – because the owner of the house we WERE living in … was losing his house to auction because he’d not paid the mortgage in years. (That house no longer belongs to him as it now has new owners – so making the decision to move when we did, was a good decision on our part – though extremely frustrating and bad timing.) The owner of the house we CURRENTLY live in … owns it outright so no worries. We’d explained before signing the lease that we will qualify to BUY a home … after taxes NEXT year. (Which means around February or March 2015 – though several companies still won’t have sent me 1099’s they’re supposed to before the end of January, we will officially qualify to buy the FIRST house I will have ever owned.) Our official lease was made to be 1 year in length – meaning November 1st is technically the last day of our lease. Then we were to go month to month until we qualified for a house, did the searching, were accepted, and moved.

And then the email came. The email that blindsided me and threw my brain under a bus (during “Hell Week” of all times. I call this Hell Week because it’s the week of FetishCon … which, don’t get me wrong, is fun, but it’s also FUCKING BUSY, for me anyway. I mean like filming all day – every day – for days on end. Late nights getting home. Getting up crazy early and repeating it all over again, etc.) The email stated that as soon as our lease is up, the owner wants to sell it. He wants it on the market ASAP … and intends to sell it. Photos are to go up the day our lease is up and someone is coming to look at the house Wednesday. Yes, by Wednesday, I mean today.

Well, great. I’m in the process of planning a birthday party for next weekend. I’m hosting a backyard carnival … and hand building EVERYTHING … so despite cleaning what feels to be ALL the time, the whole house needs to be cleaned, organized, dusted, vacuumed, bleached, and simply made ready to be seen by these people who are turning my whole life upside down. So, around my already ridiculously busy schedule where I’ve been desperately trying to play catch up as it is for months, I’ve now got more added to my overflowing plate. House was made presentable – inside and out – with thanks going out only to myself on that front… (even though the handle broke completely off the lawn mower – and we’ve not had time to replace it yet) …

They were in correspondence with hubby yesterday telling him they’ll work with us. They’ll not leave us with no place to go, etc. But let’s face it. I’m not a fucking idiot. I was NOT born yesterday. Their job is to sell houses. They don’t get paid if it’s sitting on the market for 6 months waiting for us to qualify, find a house and move into it. The owner doesn’t get paid for it to sit for 6 months – unless he held off on putting it on the market – in which case, he’d be getting the money we pay monthly. Now, I’d say, hey, houses can sit forever before they sell, but that’s bullshit. 2 houses down, a house went up for sale 10 days ago – well ABOVE what they should have asked for it – and it’s already sold and new owners already occupy it. So, I already know it’s a desirable neighborhood. I know that, because I live in it. I know houses sell quickly because I’ve spent the last year and a half watching houses on this very street flip in record time.

They walk through the door today. Immediately, Wow, it’s so big. It’s so nice (by the way, it’s not all that lol … it’s a home, sure, but I’ve seen better, I’ve seen worse) … This will be so easy to sell. Thanks that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You beat my brain with this unforeseen news then talk to me about how easy it’ll be to leave us homeless, uprooting the kids in the middle of the school year to go …??? WHERE? Where are we supposed to be going? For a couple months? FUCK! Sometimes I just want to scream. Why is everything so difficult ALL the time? Why can’t some things just be simple … just once? I don’t think I ask for much. A place to call home – that isn’t falling apart – where my kids are safe – long enough that we can buy and move on our own accord.

Only time will tell what will become of this. MAYBE we can get them to extend our lease 6 months thus protecting us from having that happen. Likelihood? Slim. MAYBE, I’ll spend Halloween moving – AGAIN – as opposed to enjoying it with my kids. Likelihood. Much greater. Either way … I don’t think I could have been more blindsided by this and not that there’s ever a good time, the timing couldn’t have been much worse!

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3 thoughts on “Blindsided

  1. Personally, as long as a renter is paying rent, I’m happy, But there are many situations out there. Hopefully, you can get that extension until you can get your new home. All the best, Charlee. Good luck

  2. That is a proper shit-fest, no question about it. (You do write a great article, by the way, if that’s any consolation!)

    I wouldn’t despair yet though. Firstly, you should check what rights you have as a tenant, because I’d be pretty sure you’d get a sympathetic ear when you tell them about the kids and school requirements. Secondly, new places are coming on the market, literally every day, so the worst case scenario is you have to take a month to month lease before finding the right place, before you buy. Thirdly, it sounds like a hubby and at least a few kids need to be whupped in to pulling their weight a bit more. MILFs ain’t meant to do any manual work!! (You wouldn’t catch Julia Ann doing it!)

    Lastly, I’d hazard a good guess your Fans may be willing to support you if we ran a campaign. They ain’t Fans otherwise!

    M.

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