I've started a new blog (at my own dot com) and have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. I had to have someone set it all up for me and everything. I know it probably surprises you that I'm not a genius, but whatever.
There has just been so much going on lately.
Small Frye has been sick. Travis and I have had our own problems. Things seemed like they really couldn't get a whole lot worse.
Then, magically, they did.
We found a quaint little home that was up for sale on land contract. We went and looked at it, gave the man his deposit, and sat back and waited. We waited on them to get ready to move. We waited until we had the money that we needed for the down payment. We waited until everyone was comfortable with the idea and all the proper procedures could be taken. I had an appointment with a home inspector, an appraiser, and a termite inspector to come out Thursday. That would be the day that we went over the contract and both parties signed. That would be the big day.
I called the man on Wednesday to tell him the plans for Thursday. No answer. I left a voicemail, and called back after work. No answer. Finally, he calls back and talks to Travis. He says that since his mother recently passed away (rest her soul) that his children didn't feel comfortable living in her home, which was where his family intended to stay after the move. Just like that it was all over.
The dreams of my kids having a huge yard with a playground to play in. The back deck where we would have our family get-togethers. The big living room where we would have movie nights. All of it, gone.
My heart has been broken into a million little pieces. I probably cried more that day than I ever have in my entire life. Probably even more than when that Fred guy decided to take Amber to the prom rather than me. He didn't even have the money to give us our deposit back, and said we would have to wait until Wednesday. When Wednesday came he told us that he had said he didn't get paid until the next Thursday. What a nightmare.
So, we've been looking, but haven't found much that we like. Sure there are some really nice (two bedroom) apartments around that we could move into for 4x the amount we pay for our crappy one. There is even a house for the same amount of monthly rent as the other would've been that could be a very nice home - with a lot of work. Unfortunately, that house is owned by a man that is very willing to let us put down hard wood on the floors (that are currently ply wood in the living room) and paint the walls, but unwilling to reimburse us in any way for it. No rent deduction for a couple of months or anything.
We are still looking, but I don't know what we will do. I don't think we can stay here much longer, because the landlord and Travis just aren't getting along. Plus, I really hate it here. I really really do.
I have a couple of options though. I could either move into a much pricier place and pay a million dollars a month in rent for something that will never be mine, or I could continue to cram my children in this tiny two bedroom and save my pennies until something much better comes along.
As of right now, I just don't know.