Aug 27, 2006 20:36
So today I get a message from my roommate saying that the landlady contacted her and now we have to move out of the Cheney house by September 15.
Meaning, I have less than a month to find a new place to stay at during the school year, and move all of my stuff from the house to such place. Meaning, I will need extreme luck to find a place this late during the year. Meaning, I am now probably about to break out in hives because this was unforeseen.
On the bright side, my friend Erica is willing to let me live with her family until I find a place, and being gracious and kind enough to help me apartment hunt.
On the other bright side, at least now I won't have to live in a place where the walls are falling apart and spiders roam free.
I just wish it wasn't such short notice, you know?
Plus I could be scared about living by myself. I think this is where knowing karate would have been good.
Mostly, I'm just nervous about this whole ordeal. Thank you landlord for waiting until the last minute to tell us we have to evacuate. The ridiculous thing here is that Friday, I was told the new leases were in and asked if I wanted a copy of the contract mailed to me. It is now Sunday and apparently, I have to find a new place.
Well, I sure am not paying this month's $200. I am also NOT cleaning out the fridge before I go. That's about as big of a vengeance as I can carry out right now.
Just when I thought life couldn't get more stressful.