Searching For Hope
I was ready to go through the roof. We are clean freaks because who likes living in a dirty house. Secondly, with my kids’ allergies I’m cleaning pretty much three times a day (sweeping, steam mopping, the whole nine). We called the landlord multiple times and he kept forwarding us to voicemail. On Thursday, he shows up to attempt to fix our clogged bathroom sink. We don’t get in to with him or anything. He simply asks if we’ve seen more bugs and I say no and walk off.
Friday comes and I go to check the mail. Low and behold what do I find? I packet with the landlord’s handwriting on it. It’s a note saying that he’s terminated our month to month lease. And guess what else? It’s dated for the Thursday! Like really, he couldn’t have told us Thursday that he was terminating our lease because he doesn’t want to fix anything and we’re filing a code violation complaint?
Y’all my first thought was to do something very un-Christian-ish. After my anger simmered down a bit, panic set in. We’ve been looking to buy a house which is a long process and we only had seven days from the Friday to find a new place to live!! I was freaking out because all I could think about was that my family was going to be homeless. I don’t know if any of you have ever been homeless, but I almost was as a child and the Mr was homeless (yea like sleeping outside) when he was a child.
So over these past few days we’ve been calling around and calling around and going to see rental properties. Up until a few minutes ago we were really wondering if we’d have find a hotel and put our stuff in storage? Living month to month in a hotel is more expensive than paying a mortgage or rent. And we still would have needed to buy food and pay for gas. But God is good! We have finally found a place.
It’s farther from the Mr’s job and smaller than the place we’re leaving but it will do. It’s bug-free, leak-free, and mold-free! Plus, it puts us back in city limits. So, now I can get the hustle and bustle of being in the mist of it all. Moo gets to be five minutes away from her favorite library and places like the Discovery Place. I’m two minutes from college dorm. That’s perfect because I’m going back to school. So, I don’t have far to ride in case there’s emergency back home.