Rainy Sundays
Today is one of those raw and cold rainy days where you just want to curl up with a hot cup of something and read or watch old black and white movies. It is not one of those days where you want to go to your in-law's house and put up with your husband's nosy bitch of an aunt. And yet...
Omar's sister's birthday is this week and his parents invited us for Sunday dinner and cake. His aunt was there. She asks a lot of questions. She knows everything, including how we should live our lives. It's super fun! And that's all I'm going to say about it.
So I'm being evicted. And it's stressful. Our landlords called us and told us they're selling our unit and we have to be out by the middle of October. Needless to say, we panicked slightly. Our lease dictates they have to give us 60 days, but they're only giving us two weeks? Then they offered us the only property they're keeping, a townhouse at the front of the complex that's the same size as ours, but is two floors instead of one. We lose a shower (our place has two full baths, the new one only one and a half). They're not charging us extra rent or anything like that. But we want them to pay our moving costs.
They're evicting all their tenants because they're selling all their properties. We got the offer of the townhouse because we pay our rent on time and never bug them for anything. They live in Florida during the winter, so they want everything settled in the next two weeks. I'm not completely happy about this. I love my little apartment. I'll miss it a lot. But I am going to get a new couch out of this deal, so we'll see what's going to happen. Still, Omar and I both had conniptions about this. Technically, they're in violation of our lease. They told us we could stay through our lease, but we'd have people trooping through our apartment all the time. Plus, we'd have to keep this place neat and there's no way in hell that's going to happen.
Well, who knows? We're going to take a look at the new place and start packing this week. God help us, I hate moving.
Omar's sister's birthday is this week and his parents invited us for Sunday dinner and cake. His aunt was there. She asks a lot of questions. She knows everything, including how we should live our lives. It's super fun! And that's all I'm going to say about it.
So I'm being evicted. And it's stressful. Our landlords called us and told us they're selling our unit and we have to be out by the middle of October. Needless to say, we panicked slightly. Our lease dictates they have to give us 60 days, but they're only giving us two weeks? Then they offered us the only property they're keeping, a townhouse at the front of the complex that's the same size as ours, but is two floors instead of one. We lose a shower (our place has two full baths, the new one only one and a half). They're not charging us extra rent or anything like that. But we want them to pay our moving costs.
They're evicting all their tenants because they're selling all their properties. We got the offer of the townhouse because we pay our rent on time and never bug them for anything. They live in Florida during the winter, so they want everything settled in the next two weeks. I'm not completely happy about this. I love my little apartment. I'll miss it a lot. But I am going to get a new couch out of this deal, so we'll see what's going to happen. Still, Omar and I both had conniptions about this. Technically, they're in violation of our lease. They told us we could stay through our lease, but we'd have people trooping through our apartment all the time. Plus, we'd have to keep this place neat and there's no way in hell that's going to happen.
Well, who knows? We're going to take a look at the new place and start packing this week. God help us, I hate moving.
posted by Lucy Starr @ 10:14 PM
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