So my rental house lease is up at the end of January. For those of you playing along at home, I’ve been here for 3 years. And that’ll be it…
I received a call from the landlord’s real estate agent on Tuesday saying that the landlord is selling this property. Yeah, that out of the blue. F*ck!
After I got over the initial “I don’t wanna move, I like this house, why is he doing this, waaa!” reaction, I’m moving forward. The rent was getting a little tricky to manage on my child support checks alone (and with work hours being so flakey), this is a chance to move into some place cheaper. Unfortunately cheaper also means “smaller” and “out of our current elementary school district”. But I only have 2 in that school until the end of the year and then just one for next year. That’s doable.
The kids are mixed on the move. The best fit place I’ve found so far puts us closer to the high school and therefore a lot of the Big 3′s friends. However it takes us away from the Little 2′s friends so they are obviously less excited. Oh well, good opportunity for them all to learn about the trade-offs in life.
On the upside, this last nursing school semester seems like it should be okay. Of course there’s the usual hoop jumping and “really? how is this relevant?” stuff but for the most part, I think I’ll manage well.
Apparently in the master plan for my life, I’m required to have at least one “OMG, ARGH!!!” issue at all times. I’ll keep you all updated.