The Universe Strikes Again...

Friday

April 18, 2008

Hi,

My little memoir group met Monday evening at Jumpin' Juice & Java, so I was out until a little after 8.  When I got home, I checked the caller ID box and saw that I had messages.  While logging in to pick them up, I scrolled the caller ID to see who'd called while I was out.

There was a call from Bob and Ann Marie...the owners of my house. They'd left a message to call, so I did.  When A.M. answered, she asked if she and Bob could stop over for a minute.  My heart sank to about my knees.

Since they live all of 10 yards away, it wasn't long before they were knocking on my door.  After the trivial chitchat, they got down to business.

A.M.'s job is grant funded and they don't think the state or federal government, whoever provides the $$$ is going to come through this year.  If that's the case, she will lose her job.  Since he's retired and she's of retirement age, they are thinking that she will just hang it up and they can begin the process of driving each other mad by being together 24/7.

The problem is that they are barely making ends meet on this house.  I didn't speculate aloud, but was thinking that if their lazy daughter got a job and paid rent for her apt, they might not find it quite so difficult, but what do I know?  If she wants to support her kid, who am I go judge?  Anyway, I was fully expecting to have them tell me that they were going to have to raise my rent when Bob said, "we're selling the house".

Fabulous!  I've been here all of 18 months (this weekend) and I'm probably going to have to move.  I still have stuff that's not unpacked, but that's a story for another time.  At least I won't have to repack it.  What I WILL have to do is find a whole new group of friends to help because my old ones are NOT going to move me again this soon!  Sigh...

Anyway, I'm not panicking.  The housing market sucks and they are asking too much for this house, so there is a possiblity that it won't sell for a good, long while.  I know people who have been trying to sell their houses/condos for 2 years now.  Of course, this is all due to the recession the Bushwacker says we're not in, but that's beside the point.  I'm not going to wait to have my fate handed to me with a 30 day notice to quit my apartment.

So...I've spent the last 3 evenings looking (and having others look for me) for someplace to live.

Now, here's where the Universe comes in (and not a minute too soon as Ashley seems to be knocking out a wall in her bedroom at the moment).

I have been whining and complaining about the noise and the smoke and the inconsiderate behavior of the upstairs tenants since I was all of 2 or 3 weeks into my stay here.  What, you might ask, have I done about it?

Well, there have been those few conversations that have netted me a couple of checkmarks on the plus side, but I'm still being woken up a couple of times a night by things that go bump in the night over my head.  I've decided that it can't possibly be Justin all of the time, so it must be her cats.  She can't close the door to his room (not sure there IS a door), so nothing to be done about that.

Then there is Ms. Thunderfoot herself, who slams her feet, heels first, into the floor with every step.  Justin takes after her there.  And, now she has some kind of machine running in her room during the evening the hums and vibrates on the floor for hours on end.  NO clue what that is, but it arrived soon after her 58 yr old boyfriend.  Maybe it's a CPAP machine or something, I dunno.   Oh, and then there is the washer that runs upwards of midnight sometimes (what the fuck does she DO all day???) and the occasional 11:00 vacuuming. 

So, you see where I'm going with this?  Outside of a couple (and I do mean only a couple) of calls to Dawn about the noise, I've mostly just sucked it up and hated living here.  I love the apartment itself...it's cute and has a lot of features that I like.  Unlike some of the cookie cutter homes/condos being built, it has it's quaintness.  It's an old house so, there ya go. 

Since I can't seem to get out of my own way to change my unhappiness, the Universe has taken my sorry ass into it's own hands and is forcing me to find someplace else to live.  But even though I'm not happy here, I don't want to deal with moving again...especially so soon.

This time, I will be more cautious because I really do feel I have some time to look.  I'll keep you posted.

Peace,

Kay

Comments

[Leslie Garcia]

Hello,
I do not know how you have put up with what you have had to put up with all this time! You are a very patient woman. I know the right place will come along...your new home...and your friends won't mind helping once again...that's what friends are for! I remember reading your blogs abut moving to the place that you are in now. You have been through it...
Good luck!
Leslie

[Barbara]

Kay,

I'm so sorry that you have to plan a move! Maybe the economic situation will be in your favor...giving you more time to look and maybe better prices on new places. The universe works in strange ways for sure! Take Care.

Peace!

[Fran aka Redondowriter]

This is so damned frustrating, Kay. I'm glad you are enjoying your time with Emma. They do constantly evolve, don't they? Post some photos sometime.