Feb 05, 2013 18:06
Barring anything terrible, we SHOULD have a place to live once we finish closing the sale of the house. That's where so much of my stress has been, lately. We have less than a month to have everything packed up and GTFO. To make matters worse, we're downsizing by a good bit, but we're also moving into a much, much more densely populated area and VERY close to a major city. So. The trade offs. Goddamn this economy. That's all. We'll probably buy again in a year or so, depending on our funds and where exactly we want to end up - but that also hinges on what Himself finds himself doing in a few years, which could be vastly different than what he's doing, now.
So. Yeah. Lots of uncertainty. But, things are progressing in a good way, AND I'm pretty sure I just strong armed a city-run organization into giving us the apartment of our choice over the people ahead of us. Yay for us being former home owners with 800+ credit scores. Go us. It's not the most ideal place in the world, and I won't have a washer/dryer in the unit, BUT it's ten minutes from Himself's workplace and it's the largest of the lot we looked at. And it has trash included AND we don't have to pay for an extra parking space. So. You know. There are a large number of perks.
Plus there's a cemetery nearby and BOY do I love cemeteries. This is not sarcasm. I fucking love the places. So. Yeah. Lots of perks. So. We'll see how this all turns out. Nothing is set in stone, YET, but. Yeah. Things may be a-moving very, very soon.
We hope.
*knocks on wood*
moving,
stress,
real life